"I shall never crawl on my knees for the friendship and good-will of any
of them!" was his thought, as he turned a corner on his way to the
lighted campus, on the evening of the second day after the shooting.
"And as for Badger----"
He ran violently against a man and was hurled backward. The man was
Badger.
"What do you mean by that?" the Westerner demanded, for he, also, had
been almost knocked from his feet, and he, too, had been feeding his hot
anger with inflammatory thoughts against Bart. "You did that on
purpose!"
Hodge lunged at the Kansan's face. 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.
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