it seemed almost as if they were sorry he had won.
For won he had, as Dutton did not arise. He had been fairly, but harmlessly, knocked out.
"Do you throw up the sponge?" asked Paul, of Stiver.
"I guess so," was the rather surly response. "Your man wins."
"I hope I didn't hurt him," said Dick. "I didn't mean to hit so hard, but he rushed right into it."
"You didn't hurt me!" suddenly exclaimed Dutton, as he struggled to his feet. "I'm game yet."
"You've had enough," said his second. "You can have another try later."
"I can do him," mumbled Dutton, but even his friends were forced to admit that he had been well beaten.
"Will you shake hands?" asked Dick, advancing toward his antagonist.
"No!" exclaimed Dutton, surlily.
A hot flush came to Dick's face, and he was about to turn away when, the older cadet, who had complimented him said:
"Shake hands, Dutton. Don't be a cad."
This was equivalent to a command, and Dutton grudingly complied.
"Do you think he will be better friends with you after this?" asked Paul, as he and Dick walked away together.
