"No more did I," confessed Dick.
"If you had, you might not have been so ready to aid me. You would not!"
"I ask no credit for it, Darrell. I did not once ask myself who the fellow was that Lynch had hired the ruffians to soak. I simply decided to take part in the scrap. That’s how it happened."
"I’m sorry it was you!" exclaimed Darrell bitterly.
"And I’m sorry you were the one. We can’t help it now. But I have a favor to ask of you."
"A favor?"
"Yes. Will you grant it?"
"I don’t know. What is it?"
"Let me fight Lynch to-night in your place."
"No, no—hang him, no! I’m going to——"