Of course the other youth squirmed, and in an instant there was a rough and tumble scuffle. Jack was pushed against the wall, and retaliated by forcing Brassy backward over a chair. Then the two spun around the room, upsetting a stand containing a number of books.
“Hello! what’s going on here?” came a voice from one of the side rooms, and Fred appeared. He had been in bed and was attired only in his pajamas.
Jack and Brassy were so wrought up by this time that neither paid attention to the interruption. Nor did they take notice when another door opened and Andy and Randy came into view. Brassy managed to break away and land a blow on Jack’s arm, and in return received a crack in the chin which sent his head backward and all but unbalanced him.
“Gee! it’s a regular fight,” burst out Andy. “I didn’t know Brassy was here.”
“Neither did I,” said Fred. “Why didn’t you call us, Jack?”
“He didn’t give me time,” answered the young captain. “He accused me of getting him into trouble at Clearwater Hall, and then pitched into me.”
“I’ll fix you!” yelled Brassy, who was now almost beside himself with rage. “I’ll fix you!” and he made another lunge for Jack.
But the blow he intended to deliver fell short, and before he could recover the young captain came at him with a crack in the ear, followed by another on the cheek, and these caused Brassy to stagger into a corner where he held fast to a chair.
“Say, you fellows will have Colonel Colby here in another minute,” warned Fred.
“I don’t care who comes!” bellowed Brassy recklessly. “But see here, I’m not going to fight four of you!” he went on sullenly, as he glared from one to another of the Rovers.