the face. "You know what that means, I suppose," said Button with a sneer.
"A fight?" asked Dick quietly.
"Of course. I'll send a friend to you tomorrow and we'll see if you'll back up your words."
"Don't worry. I'll be on hand," replied Dick, as he went to his room.
He told Paul of what had happened, and the latter consented to act as second to him in the fight. The matter was quietly arranged, and, the next afternoon Dick, and the few chums he had, slipped off after the evening parade to a secluded spot, where all the fistic battles of the academy took place. Dutton and a large throng of his supporters were on hand, and the preliminaries were soon settled.
"Time!" called Lieutenant Stiver, who acted as Dutton's second.
The two youths faced each other, but dispensed with the ceremony of shaking hands. The next moment Dutton aimed a blow at Dick's face, but our hero cleverly dodged and sent a stiff right hander to the cadet captain's jaw.
