"None of your impertinence."
"I'm not impertinent, but I don't propose to have you dictate to me."
"You'll have to, as long as you're a freshman. I say you intimated that I fired that gun and tried to throw the blame on you."
"I can't help what you say."
"Do you believe I did it?"
"I refuse to answer."
"Then I'll make you! Take that!" and before Dick could step back Dutton had hit him a blow in the face. "You know what that means, I suppose," said Dutton with a sneer.
"A fight?" asked Dick quietly.
"Of course. I'll send a friend to you to-morrow and we'll see if you'll back up your words."
"Don't worry. I'll be on hand," replied Dick, as he went to his room.