Bert went to earth, rolling over as he struck, and lying face downward.

He was not knocked out, but he had had enough.
For a moment or two Dick glanced down at his adversary in cold contempt.

Then suddenly, without a word, he bent over, seizing Dodge by the shirt collar and belt, and threw him sprawling out into the lake.
Young Dodge landed some distance from the bank.

There was a loud splash and a yell from the vanquished one, then a gurgling noise as Bert's mouth went under water.

He disappeared under the black surface of the lake.
Dick waited calmly, ready to go to Dodge's assistance if needed.
Bert, however, rose quickly, the water not much above his knees.
"You loafer!" hissed Dodge, dashing the water from his face.
"Haven't you had enough ?" asked Prescott mildly.