"I'll fix you!" he roared. "Come on to shore and take off your skates!"
"I'm willing," answered Tom recklessly. He knew fighting was against the rules of the college, but he was not going to cry quits.
The pair moved toward the shore, the crowd still surrounding them. They soon had their skates off.
"Now, Jerry, do him up brown!" came from Larkspur, who was present.
"Give him the thrashing of his life!" added Flockley, who had come up.
"He has got to spell able first, and he doesn't know the alphabet well enough to do it!" answered Tom.
"What's up?" cried a voice from the rear of the crowd, and Dick appeared, followed by Sam.
"Koswell attacked me, and wants to fight, and I am going to accommodate him," said Tom.
"Don't you butt in!" growled Koswell.
"I won't," answered Dick. "But I want to see fair play." He knew it would be useless to attempt to get Tom to give up the fight.
Without preliminaries the two faced each other, and Kosweli made a savage rush at Tom, aiming a blow for his face. Tom ducked, and landed on his opponent's chest. Then Koswell
