"What did he strike me with ?" "His fist." "Why, it seemed like a rock!" Wat helped him to his feet, and the two stood glaring at Frank, who regarded them with supreme scorn.
"Shall we sail in and do him up ?" asked Wat, excitedly.
"Yes," said Leslie; "we will give him a good drubbing." Instantly Frank placed Inza to one side, and boldly faced the two young rascals.
"I don't believe you both can whip me, the way I feel just now," he cried.

"I think I can give you more fight than you want, so just sail right in." They hesitated.

There was something about Merriwell's look and bearing that seemed to warn them against attacking him.

To Wat Snell it suddenly seemed quite probable that Frank would prove more than a match for both of them.
"There are ladies present," he said, hastily.

"We cannot fight in the presence of ladies." "Very thoughtful!" came scornfully from Frank's lips.