“Wow!” cried Dunton’s astonished friend. “I didn’t come up to fight with you!”
“Oh, you didn’t?”
“No.”
“Why did you come?”
“To see fair play.”
“Was that it?”
“Yes. Ouch! You hurt!”
“Well, you don’t seem to be fighting much,” observed Frank, disgustedly. “Get in under cover out of the way.”
He caught Sargent by the slack of his trousers and the collar and fired him under the bed just as Dunton crawled off it.
Sargent went in till nothing but his heels stuck out, and there he lay, making no effort to retreat, evidently being well satisfied to get out of the way like that, for it had dawned on him that he and Dunton were “up against it.”