"Beauty, isn't it?" asked Greg grimly. "It will be a cauliflower decoration, all right."
Nelson went scurrying, soon returning with Anderson. Any yearling would gladly have served tonight, in order to see what doughty Dick Prescott would do against his second man in the same evening. With Nelson and Anderson came two other yearlings who had agreed to see Dodge safely to the door of cadet hospital.
Bert Dodge had been brought around at last. He was a bit dazed, but he grinned, as he went out, when Dennison murmured in his ear:
"Never you mind, old man. I'll take care of Prescott. I'll twist the ramrod into a figure 8."
"We must proceed as promptly as possible, gentlemen," rapped out
Mr. Packard. "We must be finished before taps."
"Dennison will be finished, by that time," muttered Greg in a cheerful undertone.
Holmes had never provoked a senseless fight. He was good-natured almost to a fault. Yet, when a fight became inevitable, Greg could act as principal or second with equal cheeriness.
Nelson had brought back with him togs for Dennison, and that athlete was quickly ready.
Every minute of the time had been utilized well in getting, Dick Prescott in condition for his second scrap of the evening. His nose-bleed had been stopped, but it was wind and lung power that he wanted most. He had taken some heavy body thumping, but rest and rubbing had worked out most of the soreness.
"Get up and kick a bit. See what you can do," advised Furlong.