Dick, who had stepped back, out of reach of his opponent's foot, now stood up to meet the rush of Dutton.
"There! I guess that will teach you to make insinuations about me!" spluttered the angry lad, as he aimed a fierce blow at Dick. Our hero easily dodged it, however, and countered with a stiff upper cut, which gave Dutton quite a jolt.
Dick was not quite quick enough in getting away, however, and received a blow on the chest, which he did not mind, much. Then Dutton closed in, and both boys exchanged several severe blows, but Dick had the best of it, for he had taken boxing lessons from an experienced instructor at home.
"Go in and do him!" called Dutton's friends.
"Stand up to him, Dick," advised Paul, in low tones at the conclusion of the first round. "You've got him going."
Dutton tried to be calm as he came up the second time, but he speedily lost his temper, as he saw how easily Dick parried his blows.
"Why don't you stand up and fight?" he asked.
"Why don't you hit me?" retorted Dick, as he tapped his antagonist on the nose, making it bleed slightly.
"I'll pay you for that!" cried Dutton, rushing forward.
"Not so loud!" cautioned Stiver. "You'll bring some of the professors down on us."