hit Tom on the arm and Tom came back at him with one on the chin. Then they clinched, went down, and rolled over and over.
"Stop, you rascal!" cried Tom suddenly. "Can't you fight fair?"
"What's up?" asked Dick, leaping forward.
"He bit me in the wrist!"
"I—I didn't do anything of the kind!" howled Jerry Koswell.
"Break away, both of you!" ordered Dick. "We'll see into this."
Tom let go, but Koswell continued to hold fast. Seeing this, Dick forced the two apart and both scrambled up.
"See here, this isn't your fight!" said Larkspur to Dick.
"It will be yours if you don't shut up!" answered Dick, so sharply that Larkspur shrunk back in alarm.
"I didn't bite him!" grumbled Koswell.
"He did—right here!" answered Tom positively. "Look!"
He pulled up his sleeve and showed his wrist. There in the flesh were the indentations of a set of teeth.
"You coward!" said Sam. "You ought to be drummed out of Brill!"
