"I'll get your wind going, and then I'll hammer you for fair!"
snarled Drayne.
"Mistake there, somewhere," retorted Dick coolly.
But Drayne was coming in, harder and harder. Dick simply had
to do something. So, after he had parried more than a score of
blows the young football captain suddenly took a springy step
forward, shot up Phin's guard, and landed a staggering blow on
the nose. Phin began to reel. Dick hit him more lightly on the
chest, yet with force enough to "follow up" and send to his knees.
"Here, what's this?" called a voice, and a heavy hand seized Dick
by the collar behind, pulling him back.
It was Heathcote Drayne, Phin's father, a powerful man, who now
held Prescott.
Phin was quickly upon his feet and start forward.
From across the street sounded a warning cry, followed by footsteps.
"Now, I've got you!" cried Phin exultantly. He struck, and landed,
on Dick's cheek.
"Stop that, Phin!" shouted his father, without letting go of Dick's
collar, however. Phin, however, instead of obeying, aimed another
blow, and would have landed, had not another figure bounded in
and taken the blow, next hurling Phin back against a brick wall.
It was Len Spencer, "star" reporter of "The Blade," who had thus
interfered. And now Dave Darrin was dancing in front of Heathcote
Drayne, ordering:
"Let go of Prescott! What sort of fair play is this?"
"Mind your own business!" ordered Mr.
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