"There! I guess that will teach you to make insinuations about me!" spluttered the angry lad, as he aimed a fierce blow at Dick. Our hero easily dodged it, however, and countered with a stiff upper cut, which gave Dutton quite a jolt. Dick was not quite quick enough in getting away, however, and received a blow on the chest, which he did not mind, much. Then Dutton closed in, and both boys exchanged several severe blows, but Dick had the best of it, for he had taken boxing lessons from an experienced instructor at home. "Go in and do him!" called Dutton's friends. "Stand up to him, Dick," advised Paul, in low tones at the conclusion of the first round. "You've got him going." Dutton tried to be calm as he came up the second time, but he speedily lost his temper, as he saw how easily Dick parried his blows. "Why don't you stand up and fight?" he asked. "Why don't you hit me?" retorted Dick, as he tapped his antagonist on the nose, making it bleed slightly. "I'll pay you for that!" cried Dutton, rushing forward. "Not so loud!" cautioned Stiver. "You'll bring some of the professors down on us." Once more Dick dodged a straight left hander, and, in return, sent in a terrific right, that caught Dutton on the point of the jaw. The cadet went down like a log, and lay still. "You've knocked him out, Hamilton," remarked one of the older cadets, who acted as referee. "I congratulate you." "Yes, he fought well," added another, but there was no heartiness in his tones, and, to Dick, it seemed almost as if they were sorry he had won. For won he had, as Dutton did not arise. He had been fairly, but harmlessly, knocked out. "Do you throw up the sponge?" asked Paul, of Stiver. "I guess so," was the rather surly response. "Your man wins." "I hope I didn't hurt him," said Dick. "I didn't mean to hit so hard, but he rushed right into it." "You didn't hurt me!" suddenly exclaimed Dutton, as he struggled to his feet. "I'm game yet." "You've had enough," said his second. "You can have another try later." "I can do him," mumbled Dutton, but even his friends were forced to admit that he had been well beaten. "Will you shake hands?" asked Dick, advancing toward his antagonist. "No!" exclaimed Dutton, surlily. A hot flush came to Dick's face, and he was about to turn away when, the older cadet, who had complimented him said: "Shake hands, Dutton. Don't be a cad." This was equivalent to a command, and Dutton grudingly complied. "Do you think he will be better friends with you after this?" asked Paul, as he and Dick walked away together. "I hope so, but I doubt it." Dick was right. Though he had gained the victory he had whipped one of the most popular cadets, which Dutton was, in spite of his caddishness.