“Besides, the thing is to get him to fight. He says he won’t. How can I make him, Jimmy?”
“We-ell——” Jimmy studied the question with his head on one side and his mouth pursed. At last: “There are two or three ways, I guess. You might challenge him publicly or you might just walk up and slap his face the way he slapped yours or you might——”
“That’s good enough,” interrupted Dud. “Come on!”
“Hold on! Where are you going?”
“To find him!”
“Well, but—but wait! Hold on! See here, Dud, you can’t walk into a fellow’s room and biff him, you know!”
“Why can’t I?”
“Because it isn’t done, old chap. Violation of—er—hospitality and all that, you know. What you want to do is to find him some time when other fellows are around, see? Then he can’t possibly refuse. But you want to make sure that a faculty isn’t looking! Better wait now until morning and get him in School Hall; in the corridor, say. Yes, that’s the idea. There’ll be a crowd around, and——”
“I’d rather do it now,” said Dud. “Maybe—by tomorrow—I might not—might not want to so much!”
“Oh, that’s all right. I’ll keep you up to it, son. Trust me. You see, Dud, this is a wonderful opportunity and we want to make the most of it. You wait until the morning and then find Star in the corridor between recitations. There’s bound to be a crowd there. Imagine the sensation when you step up to him and let him have it right on the cheek! Maybe you’d ought to say something, too, something—er—effective. Let’s see now. Suppose——”