"What's the row, Link?" asked Hank Snogger, as he pushed his way to the front.
"Here's a fellow used to go to school with me. I've got it in for him, and I've a good mind to give him a thrashing."
"You put your hand on me, and you'll take the consequences," said Dave. "I didn't come here to fight, but I can defend myself."
"You don't want to fight, do you, Dave?" asked Sid Todd, in a low voice. To him it looked as if the Crumville lad might be no match for Merwell, who was larger and heavier.
"I am not afraid, Todd. I thrashed him once and I can do it again—if I have to."
"You licked him?"
"Yes."
"With your fists?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"At school. He played a dirty trick on me and some others, and I wouldn't stand for it."
"You shut your mouth!" roared Link Merwell, and without warning he rushed forward and struck Dave a blow in the chest that sent the Crumville youth staggering against Mr. Hooper.
"Wait! wait! This won't do!" said the ranchman.
"If you are going to fight, fight fair," put in Sid Todd.
