But the blow did not fall.

The fist was knocked down, and a strong grasp on his shoulder turned him half-round.
"Stop this!" came sternly from Frank Merriwell, who was also on his way to the campus.
"Let me get at him!" Bart panted, trying to wrench away.

"He ran into me and tried to knock me down just now.

I can't stand it! I won't stand it!" "Oh, let him come on!" the Westerner grated.

"I've been aching for a crack at him for a month! I'll polish him off in short order, if you will just let him come on! He thinks because he knocked me out once that he can do it again!" "If you fellows are determined to fight, I'll arrange for you to get at each other some time, but you are not going to fight here, and that is flat!" "Oh, well, let it go!" said Bart, with intense bitterness and disgust.
"I'll not trouble him here.