"Oh, I'll go you—and I'll do you!" exclaimed Yates, as he tore off both coat and vest and flung them at Flemming, who caught them.
That started Rattleton, who excitedly cried:
"I'll tet you ben dollars—I mean I'll bet you ten dollars you don't do it!"
Yates paid no attention to this, but Flemming said:
"I'll have to go you, Rattleton. Put up the tenner."
The money was quickly posted, and then the rivals stood side by side, with their coats and vests removed, ready for the word.
Merriwell seemed quiet and indifferent, as if it were an event of no particular moment; while on Yates' face there was a look that plainly showed he was determined to settle all dispute by winning the dash to the station.
One of the committee had been chosen to give the word, and he stepped out, sharply calling:
"Ready!"