"Wonder what Dr. Clay will say when he hears of this fight?" said Roger, who had come in during the wind-up. "I suppose he won't like it at all."
"He can't blame Dave," answered Ben.
"Porter started the quarrel by interfering with me," said Gus Plum.
"What, Gus, do you stand up for Jasniff?" demanded Shadow.
"Well, I—er——"
"I don't see how anybody can stand up for Jasniff," said Messmer. "I used to go with him, but I am glad now that I cut him."
"I am not standing up for that Indian club affair," said Gus Plum, lamely, and walked away, followed by Nat Poole.
"Oh, Dave, you did fight him most beautifully," cried Frank Bond, his delicate face glowing. "Oh, I wish I was as strong as you!"
"Perhaps you will be some day, Frank. Go out in the fresh air all you can, and take plenty of exercise here in the gym. Do you know what made me strong? Working on a farm,—cutting wood and plowing, and things like that."