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Yale quicker than the knowledge that he had had anything to do with one while here. Do you twig?"
There was a moment of silence and then a stir. A deep sigh of relief came from the masked lads, and some of them showed an inclination to cheer Merriwell.
Diamond seemed nonplused for the moment. He glared at Frank, his hands clinched and his face pale.
At last he slowly said:
"A duel is something no gentleman can blow about, so if you are a gentleman you will have to remain silent, sir."
"That's the way you Southerners look at it, but yon will excuse us Northerners if we do not see it in the same light. A hazing is something we do not blow about, but you seem determined to let out everything, for all that it would be a dirty thing to do. In order to even the matter, these fellows are sure to tell that you came here to fight a duel with deadly weapons, and you'll find yourself rusticating in Virginia directly."
"'Way down in ole Virginny," softly warbled one of the delighted sophomores. "That's the stuff, Merry, old boy!"
Diamond trembled with intense anger. He tried to speak, but his voice was so hoarse that his words were unintelligible. A blue line seemed to form around his mouth.
"Merriwell's got him!" Bruce Brown lazily whispered in Tad Horner's ear. "See him squirm!"
Tad was relieved, although he endeavored not to show it; but a satisfied smile crept over his rosy face, and he felt like giving Frank Merriwell the "glad hand."
Diamond's anger got the best of him. He strode forward, looked straight into Frank's eyes, and panted:
"I hate you, sir! I could kill you!"
And then, before he realized what he was doing, he struck Merriwell a sharp blow on the cheek with his open hand.
CHAPTER IV.
THE FIGHT.
The blow staggered Frank. It had come so suddenly that he was quite unprepared for it. His face became suddenly pale, save where Diamond's hand had struck, and there the crimson prints of four fingers came out quickly, like a danger signal.
With the utmost deliberation Merriwell removed his coat.
"Come, sir!" he said to Diamond as he passed coat and hat to a ready sophomore.
"I--I can't fight you that way!" protested the Virginian. "Bring the rapiers."
"This time I claim the right to name the weapons, and they will be bare fists."
"Right! right!" cried several voices. "You'll have to fight him that way, Diamond."
"I will fight him!" grated Jack, furiously. "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. I don't know about your rules, and there will be but one round--that will finish it."
"How does that suit you, Merriwell?" asked Tad Horner, who seemed to have assumed the position of referee.
"I am willing that Mr. Diamond should arrange that matter to suit himself."
"But there is to be no kicking," Tad Horner hastily put in.
"Certainly not," stiffly agreed the Southerner.
"All right. Shake hands."
Diamond placed both hands behind his back, and Merriwell laughed.
"Ready!" called Horner. "On guard! Now you're off!"
Barely had the words left the little referee's lips when--top, tap, slap!--Merriwell had struck Diamond three light blows with his open hand.
A gasp of astonishment came from the watching sophomores. Never had they seen three blows delivered in such lightning-like rapidity, but their ears had not fooled them, and they heard each blow distinctly.
Merriwell's guard was perfect, his pose was light and professional, and he suddenly seemed catlike on his feet.
Diamond was astonished, but only for an instant. The tapping blows started his blood, and he sprang toward his foe, striking out with his left and then with his right.
Merriwell did not attempt to guard, but he dodged both blows with ease, and then smiled sweetly into the face of the baffled Virginian.
"Oh, say!"