“Paste him hard, Dan!”
Suddenly Baxter’s fist shot out and landed on Jack’s breast, sending the young major back a step or two. Then Jack sent in a blow on the bully’s arm. Next came several hits which were of small consequence.
“Give it to him good, Jack,” came from Andy. “Don’t fool.”
“How do you like that?” cried the bully, and hit Jack a stinging blow in the cheek.
It was just what was needed to wake the young major up. All of his real fighting blood leaped to the surface, and an instant later he sent out his fist on the bully’s nose. Then, before Baxter could recover, he hit out once more, and struck Baxter on the chin, lifting him from his feet and sending him on his back in the snow.
“Hurrah! Jack has knocked Baxter down!”
“Time!” called out Paxton, and rushed to his crony’s assistance. He caught the bully by the arm and dragged him to his feet.
“Are you much hurt?” he demanded.
“What did—did he hi-hit me with?” stammered the fallen one.
“With his fist,” answered Dale. “I reckon it was hard enough, wasn’t it?”