"You’ll need my aid again some time!" he hissed. "You’re a tame sort of chap at best, and Merriwell will make sport of you—he’ll kick you and laugh in your face. It’ll be good enough for you, too! I shall enjoy seeing him do it!"
Then Darrell knocked Jabez down.
Now, Jabez Lynch was something of a fighter, and he was ready to pitch into Hal Darrell then and there when he quickly arose; but, knowing that a fight in that place meant a stay in the guard-house for both of them, several cadets sprang between them at once.
"Let me at him!" snarled Lynch, his ugly face contorted with rage.
"Let him come!" flared Darrell, ready enough for the encounter.
"Don’t be fools, both of you!" growled big Bob Singleton. "This is no place for a scrap. Fight it out away from the academy grounds. If Lieutenant Swift saw you he’d take satisfaction in going for you."
"That’s right," said others. "There’s plenty of time to fight, but don’t do it here."
"Anywhere he likes," said Darrell.
"Chadwick’s pasture," suggested Lynch.
"Agreed," said Hal.