"It is the prize fighter's way, but I'll fight him, and I will lick him!" He tore off his coat and flung it down.

The boys quickly formed a ring, and the freshmen foes faced each other.
Then the door of the room where the other freshmen were confined was thrust open, and Harry Rattleton excitedly cried: "Whee jiz--I mean jee whiz! what do you fellows think?
Do you imagine we are going to stay penned in here while there is a scrap going on?
Well, I guess not! We're coming out!" Harry came with a rush, and the other freshmen followed at his heels, the party having been abandoned by the sophs who had been placed on guard over them.
"Hold on! hold on!" commanded Harry, forcing his way toward the fighters.

"I am Merriwell's second, and I'm going to see fair play, you bet!" "And I am Diamond's second," said Roland Ditson.

"Just give me a chance in the ring there." The appearance of the freshmen caused a brief delay.

There was some talk about rules and rounds, and Diamond said: "If I must fight with my fists, I'll fight as I please.