CHAPTER XX.
IN THE MILKSOP CLASS?
"Good! And I'll hold the stakes!" cried Tom Reade jovially, as he took light hold of Drake's arm.
"Let Miller at the boy!" howled one of the bystanders.

"He'll show the boy something.

The kid is getting big enough to learn, and he ought to be taught." "I'll fight Miller, if he has the sand!" proclaimed Dick, who now had his own reasons for wanting to sting the liquor seller into action.

"I'll fight the bully, but not here in a saloon yard.

There is a vacant lot the other side of the fence.