"All you need is a trimming with fists, and I'm going to give you one—-you hound!"
CHAPTER VI
PAID IN PULL TO DATE
Then, struck by a sudden consideration of prudence, Bert stepped back two or three feet, looking appealingly at the farmer.
"Will you stay here long enough to see fair play done?" Dodge demanded of the farmer.
"If there is going to be a boxing exhibit, with plenty of science, and all fair play," grinned the farmer, "I don't believe there are enough of you young fellows here to chase me away. Start things moving as soon as you like."
With that the stranger drew out a pipe, which he proceeded to fill and light.
"Get yourself in shape, you mucker!" breathed Bert fiercely, pulling off his coat and tossing his motoring cap after it to the ground. "Come on—-get ready!"
"I'm no rowdy," Dick declared coolly, making no move to put himself in readiness.
"No; you're a coward, with a long line of talk, but no spirit in you!" jeered young Dodge.