"I'll-----" He continued to crowd in, hammering blows.

Dick parried, but did not attempt to retaliate.

The truth was, he felt secretly sorry for the fellow who had fallen as low as Phin.
But Drayne was no coward physically, when his blood was up.

It drove him to fever heat, now, to see how easily the captain of the football team repulsed him.
"I'll get your wind going, and then I'll hammer you for fair!" snarled Drayne.
"Mistake there, somewhere," retorted Dick coolly.
But Drayne was coming in, harder and harder.

Dick simply had to do something.