It seemed a shame to thump such a fellow and cover his face with decorations." "Shame?
shame ?" spluttered Harry.

"Why, didn't he force you into a duel with rapiers, or try to?
and he is an expert! Say, what's the matter with you?
If I'd been in your place I'd gone into him tooth and nail, and I wouldn't have left him in the shape of anything.

Have you got a soft spot around you somewhere, Merriwell ?" "I admire sand, even if it is in an enemy." "You take the cherry pie--yes, you take the whole bakery!" Harry gazed at his roommate in wonder that was not entirely unmingled with pity and disgust.

He could not understand Merriwell, and such generosity toward a persistent foe on the part of Frank seemed like weakness.
In the meantime Ditson had been urging Diamond to get up.
"They'll call the scrap finished if you don't get onto your pins in a jiffy," he warned.

"Horner's got his watch in his hand." Still the Virginian gasped for breath and seemed unable to lift a hand.
If ever a fellow seemed done up, it was Diamond just then.
Roll Ditson ground his teeth in despair.
"Oh, Merriwell will think he is cock of the walk now!" he muttered.
"He'll crow and strut! He's laughing over it now!" "Wh-what's that ?" gasped Diamond, trying to sit up.
"He is laughing at you," hurriedly whispered Ditson, lying glibly.