With his right arm half crooked, as a guard, Larry let out with his left. At first he struck blindly, for he could not see his antagonists well. He felt his fist land on someone’s face, and, by the cry that resulted, knew he had hit Peter. “Give it to him!” cried the former copy boy of the _Leader_. Larry was struck on the cheek and once on the nose. The blows seemed to give him new strength. Striking out with both fists, he sailed at his tormentors, landing several hard thumps on faces and bodies and getting several in return. Then came numerous hard blows from the other boys, and Larry was almost beaten to his knees. He began to feel a little weak from a heavy blow in the stomach and his head was dizzy. He feared he would fall and that the boys would steal his copy. The thought of this nerved him to double energy. Straightening up through a shower of blows, he made a sudden dash forward, hitting out with all his force. He felt his fist land on the chin of one of the lads. An instant later there was the thud of a fall, and the boy with Peter cried: “I’ve had enough! He knocked me down!” “I’ll fix him!” Peter cried, and he sailed into Larry harder than ever. But the fight was more even now. The other boy had received punishment enough to last him for a while and he sneaked off into a dark corner to nurse his hurts. But Peter kept it up, for he felt he had a grudge against Larry and intended to pay it off. Blows were struck in quick succession. Twice Larry received hard knocks on the face, for Peter was no unscientific fighter, having been trained in the school of the New York streets. On the other hand, Larry was stout of arm, firm on his legs, and was long-winded. So, when our hero saw that he had but one antagonist left his spirits rose and he was almost glad of the chance to thrash Peter. Once, aiming a hard left-hander at Peter, Larry slipped and went down in a heap. Without regard for the rules of sport Peter sprang on him and began hitting the prostrate lad. This made Larry more than ever angry and exerting all his strength he turned over and got Peter down. Then Larry struggled to his feet. “Get up!” he cried to Peter. “I’ll fight you fair!” “Come on, Jim!” called Peter to his friend. “We can do him now. He’s winded.” “Oh, I am, eh?” asked Larry. “I guess you’ll find I can use my fists a bit yet!” and he waited for the oncoming of the two. All this while the fight had been conducted quietly though none the less fiercely. Being in a seldom-used part of the building it was not heard or it would have been interrupted long before.