“You can't lick me!”
“Come outdoors. I dare you to come outdoors. I dare you!”
Ken strode out of the room and started down the hall. “Come on!” he called, grimly, and ran down the stairs. Graves hesitated a moment, then followed.
Raymond suddenly called after them:
“Give it to him, Ken! Slug him! Beat him all up!”
Friendship
A half-hour or less afterward Ken entered the training-house. It chanced that the boys, having come in, were at the moment passing through the hall to the dining-room, and with them was Worry Arthurs.
“Hello! you back? What's the matter with you?” demanded the coach.
Ken's lips were puffed and bleeding, and his chin was bloody. Sundry red and dark marks disfigured his usually clear complexion. His eyes were blazing, and his hair rumpled down over his brow.