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spectator once he was informed of the fact. I of course had no intention of turning tail, and hastened on the heels of Porcupine. The fight was in its fiercest. There were about fifty to sixty normals, and the middles numbered by some ninety. The normals wore uniform, but the middles had discarded their uniform and put on Japanese civilian clothes, which made the distinction between the two hostile camps easy. But they were so mixed up, and wrangling with such violence, that we did not know how and where we could separate them.
Porcupine, apparently at a loss what to do, looked at the wild scene awhile, then turned to me, saying:
“Let’s jump in and separate them. It will be hell if cops get on them.”
I did not answer, but rushed to the spot where the scuffle appeared most violent.
“Stop there! Cut this out! You’re ruining the name of the school! Stop this, dash you!”
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