Dutton fairly leaped forward, and endeavored to strike Dick, but the young millionaire was too quick for him, and stepped to one side, at the same time involuntarily shooting out his fist, which caught the bully in the side. Dutton stopped short.
"I suppose you know what striking a gentleman means," he said slowly.
"I do when I hit one. I haven't struck any gentleman to-night," said Dick coolly.
"You're adding insult to it. You've got to give me satisfaction for this!"
"I suppose so. You recall how it turned out last time."
"This time will be different. You won't get off so easily."
"Have your own way about it. I guess Paul Drew will be my second again, but I should think you'd had enough of fighting."
"Not with you! I'll never be satisfied until I've beaten you!"
"Then you'll wait a long time."
The two had talked in rather low but tense tones, and they were not aware that they were directly beneath a window that had been opened to let in the fresh air. Nor did they see the frightened face of a girl at the casement.