"
This order was called without Benson's turning his head. He still stood
facing the sneak while Hal sped away.
"Now, I've got you alone!" gloated Truax. "I'll finish you!"
A scornful smile curled Jack's lips as he gazed steadily back at his foe.
"Truax, you're a coward, as well as a sneak."
"I am--eh?"
With another nasty oath Truax stepped quickly forward, the steel bar
upraised.
He took but one step, however, for Captain Jack Benson had not retreated
an inch.
Nor did Jack have his hands up in an attitude of guard.
"Are you going to put that bar down, Truax?" the young skipper demanded,
in a voice that betrayed not a tremor.
"No."
"Then you'll have to make good in a moment, for we're going to attack
you."
"Bah! I can stave in two or three heads before any number of you could
stop me," sneered the fellow, in an ugly voice.
"You could, but you won't dare."
"I won't?"
"Not you!"
At that instant rapid steps were heard. Hal Hastings returned with three
of the midshipmen, behind them Williamson trying to crowd his way into the
scene.
"Just tell us what you want, Mr. Benson," proposed Cadet Merriam, amiably.
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