tten influence on Kel and the
other boys that makes me wild. You are the drag in this baseball
team. You are a crack ball-player, but you don't know what college
spirit means. You're a mucker!"
"I'll lick you for that!" raved Graves, shaking his fists.
"You can't lick me!"
"Come outdoors. I dare you to come outdoors. I dare you!"
Ken strode out of the room and started down the hall. "Come on!"
he called, grimly, and ran down the stairs. Graves hesitated a
moment, then followed.
Raymond suddenly called after them:
"Give it to him, Ken! Slug him! Beat him all up!"
XIII
FRIENDSHIP
A half-hour or less afterward Ken entered the training-house. It chanced
that the boys, having come in, were at the moment passing through the
hall to the dining-room, and with them was Worry Arthurs.
"Hello! you back? What's the matter with you?" demanded the coach.
Ken's lips were puffed and bleeding, and his chin was bloody. Sundry
red and dark marks disfigured his usually clear complexion. His eyes
were blazing, and his hair rumpled down over his brow.
"You've been in a scrap," declared Worry.
"I know it," said Ken. "Let me go up and wash."
Worry had planted himself at the foot of the stairway in front of Ken.
The boys stood silent and aghast. Suddenly there came thumps upon the
stairs, and Raymond appeared, jumping down three steps at a time. He
dodged under Worry's arm and plunged at Ken to hold him with both hands.
"Ken! You're all bloody!" he exclaimed, in great excitement. "He didn't
lick you? Say he didn't! He's got to fight me, too! You're all bunged up!"
"Wait till you see him!" muttered Ken.
"A-huh!" said Worry. "Been scrappin' with Graves! What for?"
"It's a personal matter," replied Ken.
"Come, no monkey-biz with me," said the coach, sharply. "Out with it!"
There was a moment's silence.
"Mr. Arthurs, it's my fault," burst out Raymond, flushed and eager.
"Ken was fighting on my account."
"It wasn't anything of the kind," retorted Ken, vehemently.
"Yes it was," cried Raymond, "and I'm going to tell why."
The hall door opened to admit Graves. He was dishevelled, dirty,
battered, and covered with blood. When he saw the group in the hall
he made as if to dodge out.
"Here, come on! Take your medicine," called Worry, tersely.
Graves shuffled in, cast down and sheepish, a very different fellow
from his usual vaunting self.
"Now, Raymond, what's this all about?" demanded
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