THE FIGHT IN THE GYMNASIUM
"This is some more of Porter's doings," growled the bully of Oak Hall,
when he and his cronies found themselves alone.
"That's it," agreed Jasniff. "Confound him, I'd like to wring his neck!"
"I suppose they had their feast on the quiet," grumbled Poole. "We were
foolish that we did not watch them more closely."
The three went to bed and in the morning set to work to clean up the
dormitory. Then they had to go downstairs, to be interviewed by Job
Haskers, who gave them some extra lessons to learn, as a punishment.
He would listen to no explanation from them, happening to be in a
thoroughly bad humor himself.
The next few days proved unusually cold, and then came a snowstorm
which covered the ground to the depth of several inches. The students
got as much fun out of the downfall as possible, snowballing each other
with great glee. They also took shots at Pop Swingly and Horsehair
while the pair were engaged in cleaning off the walks.
"Hi! hi! stop that!" roared Swingly, as a snowball from Ben took him
in the back. Then one from Roger knocked off his hat. At the same time
Dave, rushing by, threw some loose snow down Jackson Lemond's back.
"Whow!" spluttered the driver, dropping his broom and working at his
neck. "Who did that? Birr! it's as cold as a cake o' ice!" And he began
to shiver and dance around.
"This weather will surely make ice," said Sam, and he was right, for
that night several inches of ice formed on the river, and this made
all the students look forward eagerly to the time when there would be
skating.
Frank Bond had quite recovered from the shock he had received at the
hands of Plum and his cohorts. But he was still the pale, delicate, and
nervous boy as of old and shrank from contact with the more boisterous
students. He appreciated what Dave and his chums had done for him
and did his best to give the bully of the Hall a wide berth. He was
a studious lad, and soon a warm friendship sprang up between him and
Polly Vane and they often studied their lessons together, Polly giving
the younger lad all the assistance he could.
During those days Dave looked eagerly for letters from the Wadsworths,
Caspar Potts, and his Uncle Dunston. The letters came and were full of
kind words and best wishes, yet the communication from his uncle filled
him with anxiety. In part this letter read as follows:
"Strange as it may appear, I have not yet received a line from your
father or your sister Laura. I cannot imagine where they can be that
they do not send word of some kind. If they had received even one
letter from me concerning you, I feel sure your father would not lose
a moment in answering. I have sent to a dozen places for information,
but all in vain."
"This is certainly a mystery," Dave said to Roger. "What do you make of
it?"
"Oh, I shouldn't worry too much," answered the senator's son,
hopefully. "Your father and sister are probably traveling in some
out-of-the-way place in Europe where the letters and cablegrams haven't
reached them."
"Waiting is very hard, Roger."
"I know it must be. I suppose you want to know what your father and
sister are like."
"That's it, and I want to be with them, too," answered the former
poorhouse youth.
Dave wanted to find Ben, to get a book the latter had been reading. He
was told that Ben was down to the gymnasium and so strolled in that
direction. The building was almost deserted, not more than half a dozen
students being present.
In one corner was Gus Plum and not far away Jasniff lounged on a bench.
Between the pair stood Frank Bond, his face having a white and scared
look upon it.
"Please, Plum, I don't care to do such things," Frank was saying. "I'd
rather you'd excuse me."
"You'll do what I want you to do!" answered Plum, brutally. "You can't
back out now."
"But I don't want to----" began the small boy, when of a sudden the
bully of Oak Hall caught him by the ear.
"See here, you imp, you listen to me!" snarled Plum. "I haven't
forgotten what trouble you got me into before. Now you mind me----"
"Oh, let go, please let go!" screamed Frank. "Don't pull my ear off!"
He tried to break away, but the bully held him fast. The next moment,
however, Dave stepped between.
"Plum, I want you to let Frank alone," said Dave, quietly but firmly,
and at the same time looking the bully squarely in the eyes.
"Look here, this is none of your affair," blustered Plum.
"Let him go, I say--and at once," and now Dave clenched his fists.
"You want more trouble with me, eh?" growled Plum, releasing the small
boy and sticking his chin in Dave's face.
"No, I do not want trouble, but I am able to meet it if it comes,"
answered Dave, not budging an inch. "You ought to be ashamed to
bulldoze such a small chap as Frank. Why don't you leave him alone, as
the doctor told you to do?"
"See here, I don't want you to preach to me!" roared Plum. "I know my
own business and I don't want you to put in your oar!"
"That's the talk," came from Jasniff.
Instantly Dave swung around on his heel.
"This is certainly none of your business, Jasniff," he said, coldly.
"Ain't it? Well, Gus is my particular friend, and what concerns him
concerns me," blustered Jasniff.
"Oh, Dave, let us go away," whispered Frank, growing more frightened
than ever.
"You can go away if you wish, Frank. I am not afraid of these two
bullies; Plum knows that, even if Jasniff does not."
At this home thrust Gus Plum winced, for he had not forgotten the
drubbing received from Dave in times gone by. Jasniff, however, was
undismayed, and striding closer, he pushed in between Plum and Dave.
"I've heard of the unfair advantage you once took of Gus, but you can't
take such an advantage of me," he said, loudly. "I am not afraid of
anybody in this school, and I want you to know it."
His manner was so offensive that it caused the quick blood to rush to
Dave's face. Plum fell back and so did Frank Bond. There was a moment
of suggestive silence.
"Jasniff, I never took any unfair advantage of Plum, and everybody in
this school knows it," said Dave, steadily. "Plum is a bully,--and you
appear to be built the same way."
"So I'm a bully, eh?" stormed Nick Jasniff, putting up his fists.
"You are."
"Do you want me to fight you?"
"No, I'd prefer not to dirty my hands on you."
"Maybe you think you can lick me?"
"I am not doing any thinking on that subject."
"You can't talk to me like this--I won't allow it," stormed Jasniff,
putting up his fists again. "If you want to fight, say so!" So
speaking, he gave Dave a sudden shove that sent him up against Frank
Bond.
"Oh, Dave, don't let him hit you!" gasped the little lad. "He is so big
and strong----"
Dave did not answer--indeed, it is doubtful if he heard the words. With
a quick leap forward, he caught Nick Jasniff by both arms and backed
him against the side of the building.
"Let go!" screamed Jasniff, in a rage. "Let go, I say!"
"Listen to me, Jasniff," returned Dave, still holding the squirming
student. "I don't want to fight, but if you attack me, I'll not only
defend myself, but I'll give you the worst thrashing you ever had in
your life. I understand you thoroughly. You are not only a bully but
worse. Why Dr. Clay allows you to remain here I don't know. I want you
to understand once for all you can't bulldoze me."
"That's the talk!" said Shadow, who had walked up.
"Make him keep his distance, Dave," added Buster, who was with the
youth who loved to tell stories.
"Bulldoze you?" stormed Nick Jasniff. "I'll show you what I'll do--you
poorhouse rat! I'll make mincemeat of you!"
So speaking, he tore himself loose from Dave and backed away a few
steps. Then, with clenched fists, he rushed in and aimed a heavy blow
at Dave's face.
The fist struck Dave's ear, for the latter did what he could to dodge.
Then came another blow on the shoulder and one on the chin, all
delivered with lightning-like rapidity. Nick Jasniff was a boxer, and
could use his fists better than he could learn his lessons.
"Good!" shouted Gus Plum, gleefully. "That's the way to do it, Nick!"
"Knock him out!" added Nat Poole, but keeping safely in the background.
Dave backed away a step or two and again Jasniff came at him, hitting
him a light blow in the arm. Then the boxer struck out again for Dave's
face.
But this blow did not land. Instead, Dave leaped to one side and struck
out himself, hitting Jasniff in the left ear. This was followed by
a tap on the chin and another in the ribs. Jasniff tried to land on
Dave's chest, but failed, and Dave came back once more with a crack on
his opponent's nose that caused the blood to spurt.
"A fight! A fight!"
"Look at that blow!"
"Jasniff is quick, ain't he?"
"First blood for Dave Porter!"
Again the two boys went at it, and for several minutes blows were given
and taken with remarkable rapidity. With his skill as a boxer, Jasniff
had anticipated an easy victory; he was astonished at the manner in
which Dave parried some of his blows. Around and around the gymnasium
floor circled the two boys, and as the shouting grew louder the crowd
increased.
The blood was now flowing not alone from Jasniff's nose but also from
a scratch on Dave's chin. A few more passes and the two clinched,
Jasniff getting Dave's head under his arm. But with a sudden turn Dave
cleared himself, and hit his opponent in the teeth, again drawing
blood. Wild with rage, Jasniff threw prudence to the winds and leaped
forward literally to crush the youth who dared oppose him.
To him who loses his wits in such a situation as this, all is lost.
Blinded by rage Jasniff forgot to guard himself and in a trice received
a blow in the left eye that made him see stars. Then, as he plunged
forward again, another swift and heavy blow hit him squarely on the
chin. His head went up and back with a jerk, his form swayed from side
to side, and down he went on the floor with a thud, and lay there like
a log.
"My! what a blow!"
"Jasniff is knocked out clean and clear!"
"I never saw anything like it in my life!"
So the cries ran on, while Nick Jasniff lay where he had fallen. For
the moment nobody approached the prostrate youth, then Plum stepped to
his side, shaking, he knew not why.
"Nick! Nick!" he called, softly, as he raised the fallen one's head. "I
say, Nick!"
"Sh--shall I get some water?" faltered Nat Poole. He too was shaking.
"Yes."
While the water was being brought, Jasniff was helped to a sitting
position. He was still all but overcome. His cronies bathed his face
and did what they could to bring him around. In the meantime Dave and
his friends withdrew to another corner of the gymnasium.
"So he knocked me out, eh?" snarled Jasniff, when he was able to speak.
"Just wait, I'll fix him yet!"
"What, you're not going to fight again?" asked Plum, in astonishment.
"Ain't I?" snarled Nick Jasniff. "I'll either lick him, or he'll kill
me!"