"Hi, keep your distance, Ritter!" growled Baxter.
"I'll fix him!" yelled Ritter, and made another lunge for Andy. This time he hit Andy on the shoulder. But the acrobatic youth came back at him in double-quick order, and Ritter received a blow in the chin that bowled him over into the arms of Nick Paxton. As he went over his eyes closed, and then he slid in a heap to the ground.
"A knockout for Snow!"
"Say, that was a smashing blow!"
"It served Ritter right; he kicked Andy when he was down."
"Yes, and he hit him before he was ready."
Paxton, Coulter and several others gathered around the fallen bully and rubbed his face with some snow. In a few minutes he opened his eyes and stared around.
"Don't—don't hit me again!" he mumbled, between his bleeding teeth.
"Have you had enough?" demanded Andy. "If you haven't, stand up and get some more."
"Don't—don't hit me again!"