Seeing this, Merriwell obtained a firm hold on the collars of both Harry and Tom, and, with a surprising
display of strength, wrenched them apart, yanked them to their feet, and held them at arm's length.
"Steady, now!" he cried, as they seemed to betray a desire to get at each other. "Quit it!"
"He struck me!" cried Thornton.
"It was antirely excidental—no, entirely accidental," declared Harry, flourishing his arms.
Tom dodged.
"Well, you act as if you are trying to bring about another accident," he said. "I know you hit me intentionally, and I'll make you pay for it, too!"
"Bah! you can't make me pay for anything!" flung back Harry, his anger aroused by Thornton's words.
"Do you think you can run around punching fellows in this way without getting it back? You'll find you are mistaken!"
"You were in my way when I came in."