"Nat Poole, do you mean to insinuate that I am the son of a thief?" he demanded.
"Oh, a fellow don"t know what to think," replied the Crumville aristocrat, with a sneer.
"Then take that for your opinion."
It was a telling blow, delivered with a pa.s.sion that Dave could not control. It took Nat Poole squarely in the mouth, and the aristocrat went down with a thud, flat on his back. His lip was cut and two of his teeth were loosened, while the country"s boy"s fist showed a skinned knuckle.
"Whoop! did you see that!"
"My! what a sledge-hammer blow!"
"Poole is knocked out clean!"
Such were some of the comments, in the midst of which Nat Poole sat up, dazed and bewildered. Then he gasped, and ejected some blood from his mouth.
"You--you----" he began.
"Stay where you are, Nat Poole," said Dave, in a voice that was as cold as ice. "Don"t you dare to budge!"
"Wha-what?"
"Don"t you dare to budge until you have begged my pardon."
"Me? Beg your pardon! I"d like to see myself!"
"Well, that is just what you are going to do! If you don"t, do you know what I"ll do? I"ll throw you into the river and keep you there until you do as I say."
"Here, you let him alone!" bl.u.s.tered Plum, starting to rise.
"Keep out of this, Plum, or, as sure as I"m standing here, I"ll throw you in again, too!" said Dave.
"Dave----" whispered Roger. He could see that his friend was almost beside himself with pa.s.sion.
"No, Roger, don"t try to interfere. This is my battle. They have been talking behind my back long enough. Poole has got to apologize, or take the consequences, and so has Plum. I"ll make them do it, if I have to fight them both!" And the eyes of the country boy blazed with a fire that the senator"s son had never before seen in them. "I don"t deny that I came from the poorhouse, and I don"t deny that I know nothing of my past," went on Dave, speaking to the crowd. "But I am trying to do the fair thing, every boy here knows it, and--and----"
"We are with you, Dave!" came from the rear of the crowd, and Luke Watson pushed his way to the front, followed by Phil, Shadow, and Buster Beggs.
"Dave Porter is one of the best fellows in this school," cried Phil.
"And Plum and Poole are a couple of codfish," added Buster.
"I--I--am a codfish, am I?" roared Plum.
"You are, Gus Plum. You say things behind folks" backs and try to bully the little boys, and in reality you are no better than anybody else, if as good. You make me sick."
"I"ll--I"ll hammer you good for that!"
"All right, send me word when you are ready," retorted Buster.
In the meantime Dave was still standing over Nat Poole. Suddenly he caught the aristocratic youth by the ear and gave that member a twist.
"Ouch! Let go!" yelled Nat Poole. "Let go! Don"t wring my ear off!"
"Will you apologize?" demanded Dave, and gave the ear a jerk that brought tears to Poole"s eyes.
"I--I--oh, you"ll have my ear off next! Oh, you wait--oh! oh! If I ever get--_ouch_!"
"Say you are sorry you said what you did to me," went on Dave, "or into the river you go!" And despite Poole"s efforts, he dragged the aristocrat toward the edge of the dock.
"No! no! Oh, I say, Porter! Oh, my ear! I don"t want to go into the river! I--I--I take it back--I guess I made a mistake. Oh, let me go!"
"You apologize, then?"
"Yes."
"Then get out, and after this behave yourself," said Dave, and gave Nat Poole a fling that sent him up against the boathouse with a bang. In another instant he was by Gus Plum"s side. "Now it"s your turn, you overgrown bully," he continued.
"Wha-what do you mean?" stammered Plum, who had looked on the scene just enacted with a sinking heart.
"I mean you must apologize, just as Poole has done."
"And if I won"t?"
"I"ll thrash you till you do--no matter what the consequences are," and Dave hauled off his jacket and threw off his cap.
"Would you hit a fellow when he is--er--half drowned?" whined the bully.
"You"re not half drowned--you"re only scared, Plum. Now, then, will you apologize or not?" And Dave doubled up his fists.
"I--I don"t have to. I--I--_oh_!"
The words on Plum"s lips came to a sudden end, for at that instant the country boy caught him by the throat and banged his head up against the boathouse side.
"Now apologize, and be quick about it," said Dave, determinedly.
"Oh, my head! You have cracked my skull! I"ll--I"ll have the law on you!"
"Very well, I"m willing. But you must apologize first!" And Plum"s head came into contact with the boathouse side again, and he saw stars.
"Oh! Let up--stop, Porter! Don"t kill me! I--I--take it back! I--I apologize! I--I didn"t mean anything! Let up, please do!" shrieked Gus Plum, and then Dave let go his hold and stepped back.
"Now, Gus Plum, listen to me," said the country boy. "Let this end it between us. If you don"t, let me tell you right now that you will get the worst of it. After this, keep your distance and don"t open your mouth about me. I shan"t say anything to Doctor Clay about this, but if you say anything, I"ll tell him all, and I know, from what he has already said, that he will stand by me."
"Maybe he doesn"t know----"
"He knows everything about my past, and he has asked me to stay here, regardless of what some mean fellows like you might say about it. But I am not going to take anything from you and Poole in the future; remember that!" added Dave, and then he picked up his cap and jacket, put them on, and, followed by Phil, Roger, and a number of his other friends, walked slowly away.