Dodge have finished," retorted Darry coldly. "Don't forget that,
Bayliss, and don't show yourself up by trying to run away."

With that Darrin stalked back to watch the finish of the present
affair.

Dick, on his feet again, renewed the battle in earnest. He found
Dodge a really worthy opponent. Both boys soon had bruised faces
to show.

Smash! That blow, delivered by Bert, almost ended the fight.
Dick staggered backward, the blood beginning to flow from his
nose.

Dodge followed it up, driving in another hard blow. The pain
stung Dick, not to madness, but into a more resolute defense,
with more of offense in it.

Then Dick so manoeuvred that he had Dodge between himself and
the shore of the lake. This advantage gave young Prescott slightly
higher ground on the gentle slope toward the lake. Bert tried
to manoeuvre for a more level footing, but Prescott drove him
slowly backward.

Suddenly one of Dick's blows landed, with staggering force, on
the tip of Dodge's chin. Bert went to earth, rolling over as
he struck, and lying face downward. He was not knocked out,
but he had had enough.

For a moment or two Dick glanced down at his adversary in cold