"Get out!" snarled Flemming. "I'll break your nose!"
"Break it!" invited Rattleton. "I'll try to do a little something while you are about it!"
Flemming waited to say not another word, but, quick as a flash, he did strike Harry a heavy blow on the jaw. Rattleton was staggered, but he held on to
Flemming. A moment later both were swept down by the rush of the crowd.
It was something of a blind fight, and it waged with great fierceness, although in an aimless manner, for some moments. Several of the windows in the car were broken.
Bob Collingwood waded into the midst of the struggling mass of human beings, scattering them with his powerful arms, and crying:
"Here, stop this senseless scrapping! Where is the fellow who tried to bribe Merriwell?"
Where, indeed? All looked around for him, but he was gone. In some manner he had made his escape in the midst of the tumult.
"He must be on the train!" cried Frank. "He can't escape from the train till it stops! Here—I have his coat! He left it in my hands when the crowd tore us apart."
Merriwell held up the garment.