"Go for him again." "I--I can't," mumbled the bully, and now it was seen that two of his front teeth were loose.

He stared around in a helpless fashion.

Paxton put some more water on his face.
"Has he had enough ?" demanded Jack, stepping up.
"You go away," answered Coulter, surlily.
"You wouldn't hit him when he's down, would you ?" snapped Paxton.
"I asked you if he had enough.

If he has, I'm going for a sail." "I'll--I'll finish this some other time," mumbled Ritter, as he glared at the young major.
"No, Ritter, you'll finish it now if you finish it at all," answered Jack, coldly.

"You started this fight, and now you must take the consequences.