"That's the talk," added Paxton. "Show him that he can't talk about you and your father as he pleases."
"He won't fight; he is afraid," answered Reff Ritter, with a sneer in his tones.
"I am not afraid, Ritter, and you know it," answered Jack, trying to keep his temper. "But you know the rules, and I, as major of the cadets, am bound to uphold them."
"Hit him one!" whispered Coulter, in his crony's ear. "I'll stand by you."
"So will I," added Paxton.
"Well, if you won't fight, take that for your impudence!" cried Reff Ritter, and with a quick step forward, he slapped Jack on the cheek.
The blow was but a light one, yet it seemed to sink deep into Jack's very heart, and on the instant all thoughts of prudence and rules were cast aside. His face went white and his eyes flashed fire. Reff Ritter stepped back to guard himself, but before he could do so, Jack's arm shot out and a heavy blow landed on the bully's chin, sending him staggering into Coulter's arms.
"That's the way to do it, Jack!" came from Pepper.
"He started it, now give him what he deserves!" added Fred.
"That's for the slap in the face, Reff Ritter!" said Jack, in cold tones. "Now mind and keep your distance."