"No; not unless you'll admit that you lied when you applied disagreeable names to me," said Dave Darrin firmly. "Bayliss, are you ready to admit that you are a liar?"
"You bet I'm not!" cried the other hoarsely. "Then back up your words! Ready! Here's something coming!"
That "something" arrived. Bayliss fairly gasped as Darrin started in on him.
But Dave drew back, holding up his fists.
"You didn't get started fairly, Bayliss," Darry declared. "I want you to have as fair a show as possible. Draw in a deep breath. Fill your lungs with air. Plant your feet firmly. Put up your hands."
Patiently Darry waited for perhaps three quarters of a minute.
"Now!" he said at last.
Then the fight went on, but it was one sided. Had Bayliss done himself justice, it might have resulted in a draw, at least, for Bayliss was strong and quick. But he lacked courage.
Presently Bayliss, considerably battered, though not as severely punished as Dodge had been, went down to his knees, nor would he rise.
"Going to get up and go on?" demanded Darry, pausing before him.
"Or do you quit?"