“Call two or three of the cadets down here. Don’t make any noise about
it.”

This order was called without Benson’s turning his head. He still stood
facing the sneak while Hal sped away.

“Now, I’ve got you alone!” gloated Truax. “I’ll finish you!”

A scornful smile curled Jack’s lips as he gazed steadily back at his foe.

“Truax, you’re a coward, as well as a sneak.”

“I am—eh?”

With another nasty oath Truax stepped quickly forward, the steel bar
upraised.

He took but one step, however, for Captain Jack Benson had not retreated
an inch.

Nor did Jack have his hands up in an attitude of guard.

“Are you going to put that bar down, Truax?” the young skipper demanded,
in a voice that betrayed not a tremor.

“No.”

“Then you’ll have to make good in a moment, for we’re going to attack
you.”