Then summon stretcher-bearers from the hospital," directed Mr.Edwards.
It was Yearling Devine who sprang to obey this direction.
Now Dick spoke, ever so quietly.
"Mr.Kramer, I understood that you did me the honor to call me out." "Eh ?" muttered that other yearling.

"Oh, yes; so I did.

Whenever you're ready, mister!" "If Mr.Edwards and Mr.Jennison are willing," returned the plebe coolly, "I'm ready as soon as Mr.Spurlock has been carried away." "Oho, mister! B.j.to the end, are you ?" "No, sir; only anxious to atone for my b.j.-ety," replied Cadet Prescott, with a little flash of his eyes.
Anstey had gone below with Devine, to render any help that could be given.
"This is rather unusual, mister," suggested Mr.Edwards, glancing at his watch.

"However, if you really feel fit, and if it suits Mr.
Kramer--" "Oh, anything will suit me," returned the yearling.

Truth to tell, Kramer wasn't by any means sure that he could whip this crafty plebe.