on the bully's jaw that sent Plum staggering against a table.
"I told you to keep out, Plum," said Dave, warmly.
"I'll—I'll fix you!" growled the bully, and leaped forward once more. He managed to strike Dave on the forehead, a blow that hurt not a little.
Dave was now thoroughly aroused, and he sprang at the bully with vigor, and blows were given and taken with astonishing rapidity. Around and around the dormitory went the two boys, knocking over a chair, and a shelf containing a number of books. Once they bumped into Macklin, but the sneak lost no time in getting out of the way. He wanted to trip Dave up, but could see no chance for so doing.
Dave had been struck half a dozen times, and it must be confessed that he was fast losing his wind. Yet the thought of giving up never once occurred to him. He continued to strike at Plum, and the bully caught a stinging blow in the eye that made him see stars. Then gathering his strength, Dave sent in one awful blow on Plum's chin that raised the bully from his feet and sent him crashing over a bed and on his back.
"No—now, have you had enough?" Dave asked, coming up to Plum with his fists still clenched tightly.
