"He had no right to talk to me the way he did," retorted Glutts. "Let go of me!" and he shook himself free.
"What Jack said was true," put in Fred quickly. "I was on the back of our bobsled and watched you nearly all the time. You came over on our side of the road at least three different times."
By this time half a dozen of the cadets were speaking at once, Carncross and several others upholding Bill Glutts. In the midst of the discussion Jack managed to regain his feet, and, leaping forward, he caught Bill Glutts firmly by both wrists.
"Glutts, you listen to me," said he sternly, looking the bully in the eyes. "If I wasn't an officer at the Hall, I'd give you a sound thrashing for what you just did. As it is, I expect you to apologize or else take the consequences."
"Huh! I suppose you mean by that you'll play sissy and report me," said the bully.
"No, I won't report you, but I'll see to it that you get what is coming to you," answered Jack.
"Knowing he is an officer and can't fight you, you took a mean advantage of Jack," broke in Gif Garrison. "You ought to be thrashed for it, Glutts."
"I don't think Bill meant to shove him down into the snow," put in Codfish, somewhat timidly.
"He did mean to do it!" said Jack quickly. "And he'll either apologize for his actions or he'll take the consequences."
"Well, I'll take the consequences, whatever they are," retorted Bill Glutts, with a sickly grin. "I know that race wasn't a fair one. Come on, fellows, let's get back to the Hall, it's almost supper time," and with that he trudged away, he and his cronies pulling the Yellow Streak behind them.