"Do you take back what you said about me?" demanded Fred, watching for a chance to strike once more.
"No, I don't!"
"Then take that!" said the stout youth, and aimed a blow at his opponent's chin. Sidney ducked and Fred's fist landed on the nose again, hurting worse than ever. Then Sidney began to back away.
"I'm not going to let you get away so easily," cried Fred and followed the other boy up. Sidney backed up against a log and pitched flat on his back and Fred lost no time in pinning him to the earth.
"Now, will you take it back, Sidney Yates?"
"Let—let me up!"
"Not until you take back what you said."
"The ground is all wet and muddy here."
"That isn't my fault."
"My suit will be ruined. It's a new suit, too!"