"Are you going to bring that up?" he asked, in a low voice. "I should have thought your friend Poole would have cautioned you that it wasn't healthy to do so."
"Let go of my arm, Porter," and Merwell tried to pull himself free, but in vain. Dave's eyes were blazing like two stars and seemed to look the tall youth through and through.
"I am not letting go just yet, Merwell. I want you to answer my question."
"If you don't let go I'll knock you down!" cried Link Merwell, in a rage.
"If you do, you'll get well punished for it. I allow nobody to talk to me as you have done."
"Want to fight?"
"No; but I can defend myself—I guess Nat Poole knows that."
"Don't soil your hands on him. Link," said Poole. Even though they were two to one, he knew Dave's power and was afraid of him.
"He can't come it over me," answered Merwell. "Let go!" and then he hauled off and tried to hit Dave in the face.
The boy from the country was on guard, and ducked with a quickness that surprised his antagonist. Then he gave Merwell's arm a twist that sent the tall youth sprawling on the ice.
The new pupil was amazed, and it took him several seconds to recover himself. He had not
