"I gave him one lesson and I can give him another," answered Tom.
"There, take that!"
He turned swiftly and rushed at Koswell. One blow after another was delivered with telling accuracy, and Koswell went flat on his back on the ice. When he got up his nose was bleeding.
"I'll fix you!" he roared. "Come on to shore and take off your skates!"
"I'm willing," answered Tom recklessly. He knew fighting was against the rules of the college, but he was not going to cry quits.
The pair moved toward the shore, the crowd still surrounding them.
They soon had their skates off.
"Now, Jerry, do him up brown!" came from Larkspur, who was present.
"Give him the thrashing of his life!" added Flockley, who had come up.
"He has got to spell able first, and he doesn't know the alphabet well enough to do it!" answered Tom.
"What's up?" cried a voice from the rear of the crowd, and Dick appeared, followed by Sam.
"Koswell attacked me, and wants to fight, and I am going to accommodate him," said Tom.