The fight lasted some time, and it was fast and furious. At last, it was seen that Hodge was getting the best of it. He would not take a mean advantage of his enemy, but he pressed Addison, who began to weaken. Bart got in some heavy blows, occasionally knocking Addison off his feet. “Will you give up?” he demanded. “I don’t want to use you too rough. Give up, old fellow—give up!” Addison made a last spurt of rage, but he was knocked down, and Hodge stood over him, ready to thump him again if he tried to rise. “Will you give up now?” Bart demanded. “Yes,” came the reluctant reply. “Don’t strike me again! You are too much for me.” “That settles it. Get up and we’ll shake hands.” But Addison refused to shake hands after he got upon his feet. “You have won the fight,” he confessed, wiping the blood from his face with a handkerchief, “but I hate you just as much as I did before. I won’t shake hands with anybody I hate.” “I don’t blame you a bit,” said Bart, at once. “I wouldn’t do it if I were in your place; but I don’t hold any hard feelings, though, to tell the truth, I might if you had licked me. I’m going to my room, and see if I can get myself in shape to dance again. So long.” Then, tossing on his coat and vest, he sauntered away toward the hotel, leaving the defeated Blue Cove lad on the ball ground. Addison put on his coat, muttering to himself: “Oh, I hate all of that Yale crowd! I can’t wait any longer! I don’t believe they’ll have time to get another boat before the race. I’ll do the job now!” As he started away, Diamond whispered to Spencer: “That fellow is up to something crooked. Let’s watch him.” “All right,” nodded Kent. They followed Addison, and saw him go down back of the boathouse, where he stripped off all his clothing and prepared to go into the water. “I think I know what he is up to,” declared Kent. “Come with me.” Taking care not to be seen by Addison, the two boys made their way to the door of the boathouse, where Spencer produced a key and hastily admitted them, closing the door cautiously when they were inside. “Here,” whispered the Blue Cove stroke, “we’ll hide in this corner. If I am right, Addison is coming in here for something.” They crouched in a corner and waited. Before long there was a splash of water in the slip and a blowing sound, as if a diver had just come to the surface. With his lips close to Diamond’s ear, Spencer gently whispered: “Just as I thought! He dived from the outside and came under the door, which is closed.” Then the intruder was heard pulling himself out of the water, and the eyes of the crouching lads, having become accustomed to the darkness of the place, saw a form moving about. Addison went into the clubroom, soon returning. Then he struck a match and lighted a lamp. “There are no windows in this part,” he muttered. “The light won’t be seen.”