The one who had been struck by the stranger had recovered by this time, and he aimed a vicious blow at the freshman.
Dick would have been hit fairly under the ear, but Merriwell was too quick, and the man with the black mustache was sent staggering with a thrust.
Then Starbright flung his man aside and turned to see if his assistance was needed. He found Frank assisting the fallen stranger to rise.
The fellow with the black mustache saw Frank stoop, and he aimed a vicious kick at Merry’s face, springing forward to deliver it.
Starbright’s heavy hand caught this chap by the neck, and then the big freshman drove the toe of his foot into the fellow’s back, fairly lifting him from the ground.
The astounded ruffian uttered a shout of rage and pain.
“You’re a great kicker,” said Dick. “How do you like some of your own medicine?”
He had not released his hold, and he proceeded to lift the fellow again, using his right foot this time.
“Ow!” howled the bewildered and amazed masher. “Ow! Don’t! Ow! You—ugh!”
Dick used his left foot, and again the fellow howled.