"Do you mean you want to fight me after having saved my life, Bob Jarvis?"
"That's what!"
Rush gazed steadily at his companion of the moment. The taller boy had assumed a pugnacious attitude.
"I don't want to fight you, Bob."
"Then you'll stand for a coward; you'll be a 'missie' for certain."
Steve began slowly to strip off his oilskins. His blouse and flannel shirt came next. These removed, he stuck his candlestick in a crevice in the rocks high enough up to shed a fairly good light over the drift.
"How'll you have it?" he asked coolly.
"No hitting below the belt; hammer in the clinches when we can. All fair and above board," answered Jarvis, making himself ready for the fray.
"Very well," replied Steve. "I am ready whenever you are."