"You—you hound!" panted Jetson, in a sudden flare-up of anger.
"Careful!" warned Dalzell, clenching his fists and facing his man squarely.
With a snort of rage Jetson launched himself forward, aiming two blows at Dan.
Dan parried the blows coolly, but his eyes flashed.
He had not lost control of himself, but he was warming up to the instinct of fighting when no other course seemed open.
CHAPTER IX
A NARROW SQUEAK WITH THE O.C.
Jetson's next blow grazed Midshipman Dalzell's chin. The follow-up blow landed on Dan's left ear.
Now Dalzell "sailed in" in earnest. He attacked forcefully and swiftly. Jetson was forced to give ground. Dan pursued him around the room. Being no coward, Jetson stood well up to the work, driving in for himself at least two out of every five blows that were landed.
Rap-tap-tap! sounded on the door, but neither combatant heard.