Prescott's.

"Say, what do you think I want---to fight a whole pack?" demanded
Ripley, hoarsely.

"Oh, you don't have to fight us all at once," retorted Dave Darrin.
"But you've insulted our friend, and you've taken a sneaking
advantage of him at a time when you _knew_ he couldn't handle
anyone as big as you are. So, Ripley, you're answerable to Prescott's
friends. I'll tell you what you can do. There are five of us.
You can take any one of us that you prefer for the first bout.
When you've thrashed him, you can call for the next, and so on.
But you've got to go through the five of us in turn. If you
don't, I'll call you a coward from now on. You're bigger than
any of us."

"See here, Cub Darrin," raged Ripley, starting forward, his face
aflame, "I don't allow any freshman to talk that way to me. I
won't fight you, but I'll chastise you, and you can protect yourself
if you know how."

He made a bound forward, intent on hitting Darrin, who stood his
ground unflinchingly. But Thompson seized the third classman
by the shoulder and shoved him back.

"Now, stop this, Ripley, and you freshmen, cut it out, too,"
warned the athletic first classman. "This is descending to a
low level. We don't want a lot of bickering or mouth-fighting,
and we don't intend to have anything but fair play, either."