Here are the books I bought," and he pointed
to a package he had been carrying.
"It's a made-up story," retorted Tom. "He gave you money, and my
opinion is that that man is your father, and that he is no better
than the man with whom he associates."
The words had scarcely left Tom's lips than Baxter leaped upon him
-- like an enraged animal and hurled him to the floor. "I've a
good mind to -- to kill you for that, Rover!" he hissed. "Take it
back, or I'll choke you to death!" and his strong hand sought
Tom's throat.
"Will you!" came in a gasp, and now Tom turned over and threw the
bully to one side. "I guess two can play at this game. Take
that!" and he struck Baxter a heavy blow on the side of the face.
In a moment they had clinched and were trying their best to throw
each other.
Suddenly came a rattle of the door knob. "Boys! Boys! What does
this mean?" It was George Strong's voice. "Open the door
instantly."
"Keep your mouth shut!" whispered Baxter, as he again shook his
fist in Tom's face. "Not one word -- on your life!"
Then he disengaged himself, adjusted his collar and tie, which had
become rumpled, and unlocked the door. At once the head assistant
strode into the dormitory.
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