“I did,” said Dick.
“When?”
“Some time before the finish. I saw his style of fighting was not like Arlington’s.”
“Why didn’t you say something? Why didn’t you let us know?”
“It was too late then. There was but one thing to do, and I did it. Arlington’s proxy got what was coming to Chester.”
“Hang a sus-sus-sus-sneak!” cried Chip. “Confound a cuc-cuc-cuc-coward! That’s what Arlington is! He didn’t dare fuf-fuf-fuf-fight you!”
“Oh, don’t say such hard things about him!” half sobbed Smart. “See how kind and self-sacrificing he was. He permitted another fellow to take his place and enjoy the pleasure of this little scrap. Wasn’t that splendid of him? Wasn’t it perfectly fine?”
“I hope this chap isn’t hurt much,” said Dick; and as he uttered the words the fellow stirred and attempted to sit up.
“By Jim! I guess he is all right,” said Tubbs.
“Dud-dud-dud-do you know him, Dick?” asked Chip.