een Haven.

"Sure it is," he answered sourly. "Get out of the way, you boobs. Jump,
you skate," he said to Fred, as he darted the machine at him.

Fred leaped nimbly out of the way, and Andy, with a derisive jeer, sped
on, looking behind him and laughing insolently.

Fred was white with indignation.

"The coward!" he exclaimed. "If I could get on that running board, I'd
drag him from his seat!"

"He sure ought to have a licking," agreed Bill. "But we'd have to be
some good little sprinters to catch him now."

"Look, fellows!" cried Billy Burton excitedly, "he's stopped. There must
be something the matter with his engine."

They all started to run.

Andy had dismounted quickly and was working desperately to get his
stalled engine going.

He got it sparking at last, but before he could jump into the seat the
boys were on him.

"No, you don't!" cried Fred, getting between him and the machine. "I've
got an account to settle with you."

"Get out of my way," snarled Andy, trying to push past.

Fred's answer was a blow that caught the bully under the chin and sent
his teeth together with a snap.

"I'll fix you for that," Andy roared.

"Come along," was Fred's challenge, slipping off his coat, "but first
take off your goggles. I'm going to lick you good and plenty, but I
don't want to blind you."

Then followed a fight that Slim afterward described to a delighted group
at the dormitory as a "peach of a scrap."

Even a rat will fight if it is cornered, and Andy, having no way out,
did his best. All the hate and venom he felt for Fred came to the
surface, and he fought ferociously.

But he was no match, despite his size and strength, for the boy he had
wronged. Fred was in splendid shape, thanks to his athletic training,
and, besides, he was as quick as a cat. He easily evaded the bull-like
rushes of Andy, and got in one clean-cut blow after another that shook
the bully from head to foot. The thought of all he had suffered through
Shank's trickery gave an additional sting to the blows he showered on
him, and it was not long before Andy lay on the ground, sullen and
vanquished.

"Have you had enough?" asked Fred.

"Enough," mumbled Andy, through his bruised lips.

They left him there, humbled but furious, and went on their way to the
Hall.

"Fred, you went round him like a cooper round a barrel!" said Bill
Garwood admiringly.

"He had it coming to him," answered Fred. "If ever a fellow needed it,
he