"Don't get near enough to interfere with either man." "Don't interfere with either the man or the thing, you mean," interposed Danny Grin.
"Shut up, Dalzell!" ordered Reade with generous roughness.

"Remember that you're not fighting Dodge, and that it's unfair to say anything to anger him.

Be fair!" Though Dick's chums followed the fighters, at a generous distance, they would have noticed, had they been less intent on the work of the combatants, that Bayliss kept well on the outskirts of the crowd.

Bayliss didn't want to attract any dangerous notice to himself, nor was he at all sure that the farmer would interfere to see fair play for Dodge's side.

In this, however, he really wronged the farmer.
In giving ground Prescott stepped backward, his feet becoming entangled with a vine running along the ground.
Down went Dick, just in time to save himself from a savage blow in the face.
"Stand up to the fight, like a man!" roared Dodge, for he felt that he was winning.
Dick drew himself to his knees.