"It is customary, Mr. Mallory," he said, calmly, "for a man to have to earn the right to call a higher class man a liar."
"I am quite ready, sir," responded Mr. Mallory.
"That is fortunate. The class offers you such an opportunity. We are directed to bring a challenge from Cadet Williams, of the third class, to meet him at Fort Clinton at four o'clock to-morrow morning."
"I will consider it a favor," said Mark, politely, "if you will be good enough to inform the class that I am most happy to accept."
"An' look a yere," cried Texas, Mark's chum, raising his head and peering out between his feet. "Look a yere! Whar do I come in, in this bizness?"
"Your seconds?" inquired Jasper, not noticing the interruption.
"Mr. Powers and Mr. Stanard."
"And is there any other information?"
"None."
"Remember, Fort Clinton at four A. M."