The remarks were getting more and more personal. The tempers of the lads on each side were rising. In vain did Frank, Andy and some of the cooler-headed boys from Riverview go about trying to get their companions to leave, or keep quiet. Some students from Waterside Hall did likewise with their fellows, but it was useless. The students were in fighting mood now.
"You're afraid to row us!" taunted one Riverview lad.
"Well, we're not afraid to fight you!" came the quick retort.
That was the knocking of the chip from the shoulder, and in an instant several lads had come to a fistic clash. Then as at the drop of the hat, on every side there was a mêlée. Blows were given and taken, landing with dull thuds. There were cries of pain and anger.
"Riverview forever!" was the slogan. "Riverview to the bat!"
"Give 'em all they want, Waterside!" came the angry shout. "Knock 'em down and drag 'em out!"
"Andy, where are you?" yelled Frank.
"Right here!"
"Keep close to me, and we'll get out of this. It may be serious."
"What? Run? I will not! Wow! Someone hit me then, and I'm going to get back at him. It was that big chap there."