"You wouldn't be my friend if you kept me out of it," retorted
Dalzell significantly.
Rollins proved only too glad to have the privilege of being the other second. He, too, ran a risk of being dismissed, if caught at this fight; but in adventurous youth the love of risk is strong.
The time was set for Saturday evening at 8.30; the place as usual.
Darrin, as usual, was the first principal to show up. He always liked to have plenty of time for stripping, and he also found it to his advantage to look the ground over.
Mr. Bailey, of the second class, was to serve as referee, and Mr. Clafflin, of the second class as time-keeper. It was against custom to have any of the officials from the first class since member of that class was to be one of the principals.
"I wonder what sort of fellow Henley is with his fists," mused
Rollins, after they had reached the ground.
"Darrin will find out for you," replied Dan.
"I'm not as afraid of seeing my principal thrashed as I might have been earlier in the year," went on Rollins.
"Hm! Any fellow that thrashes Dave is almost certain to carry away a few mementos himself!"
As soon as Henley and his seconds were seen to be approaching,
Dave slipped off his blouse.