"Yes, sir," replied Darrin quietly.
"Oh, very well," agreed Treadwell, nonchalantly. "At any time that you wish, Mr. Darrin—any time."
"How would fifteen minutes from now do?" demanded Dave, smiling coolly.
Treadwell fairly gasped, though only from sheer astonishment.
"Why, if your seconds and the officials think that fair to you, Mr. Darrin," replied Treadwell in another moment, "I am sure that I have no objection to remaining around here a little longer."
"Do you insist on calling for the second fight within fifteen minutes, Mr. Darrin?" asked Second Classman Edgerton.
"For my own part, I do," replied Dave quietly; "I leave the decision to Mr. Treadwell's courtesy."
"Well, of all the freaks!" muttered Mr. Wheeler, as the two fight officials walked aside to discuss the matter.
"Darry," demanded the agitated Farley, "are you plumb, clean crazy?"
"Do you know what we're fighting about, Farley, old man?" asked Dave very quietly.