They found a quiet spot at a distance from the house, yet within hearing of the music and laughter. The orchestra had started up again, and the happy throng in the house was dancing.
Hodge was eager to get at Skelding. He boiled to teach the cheap fellow a lesson. That any one had dared speak in such a manner of Elsie was enough to make him furious.
They stripped off their coats and vests. They even removed collars, neckties, and white shirts.
Skelding’s friends helped him prepare. Bart disdained help. Hodge fastened his suspenders about his waist to support his trousers. He was ready first.
“I’ll make you sorry for what you did!” vowed Skelding.
“I’ll make you swallow your lying words, or I’ll kill you!” declared Bart, in a low, terrible voice.
“Are you ready?”
“I am waiting.”
They stepped quickly toward each other. In a moment they were at it.