"There's no use, Major, I won't fight Cal Bennett," he greeted his visitor.
"I am the bearer of a challenge from Mistah James Ware," he announced.
"What!" yelled Keith, so suddenly and violently that Major Miles recoiled a step.
"From Mistah James Ware," he repeated.
Keith laughed savagely.
"Oh, I'll fight him," he growled; "gladly; any time he wants it."
The major's face lit up.
"If you'll name yo' friend, suh," he suggested.
"Friend? Friend? What for? I'm capable of arranging this. I haven't time to hunt up a friend."
"It's customary," objected the major.