“Then fight some other place. I know a good spot. Down back of the bathing houses. There is a clear space there.”
“Are you going to fight?” blustered Baxter, doubling up his fists.
“If you wish to, Baxter.”
“But not here,” broke in Dale. “Come on back of the bathing houses.”
“Yes, yes, that’s a good spot!” came from several. “Come on!” And they hurried from the gymnasium.
“I’d just as soon fight here,” said the bully.
“Because you have nothing to lose by being found out,” retorted Dale. “Come on—unless you are afraid.” And he led Jack out of the building.
“I won’t——” began Baxter.
“Don’t be a quitter, Baxter!” cried several. “Come on—unless you really are afraid.”
“I’m afraid of nobody in this school!” roared Baxter. “I’ll fight him here or anywhere he wants. Just you see me do him up in no time!”