“Yo’, suh, are a long-eared jackass, suh, and I demand satisfaction fo’ your insults, suh!”
“Major Fitts!” exclaimed Dick, in dismay.
“Gentlemen, gentlemen!” shrilled another voice. “This is scandalous! You must not quarrel over me! It is shocking to my delicate sensibilities. I cannot permit it!”
“And Sarah Ann, sure as shooting!” cried Brad.
At the head of the stairs were three persons. Zenas Gunn was shaking his fist down at Major Fitts, while the major was shaking his fist up at the professor. Miss Ketchum had her hands clasped in an attitude of despair, while she implored them to desist.
Dick halted, folding his arms.
“Now what do you think of that?” he muttered, in disgust.
“It certain is some annoying,” chuckled Buckhart, pausing with his hands resting on his hips. “Shall we pitch in, pard, and break it up?”
“I’m tempted to let those two old fools have it out,” said Merriwell.
“Good idea! Mebbe it will cure them both.”