My fist went home on Morton's cheek, and almost simultaneously his flew out and struck me in the ribs. _Crack_--_thud_! Morton's return sounding like an echo of my blow. There was a buzz of excitement. Coats flew off; two of our fellows eagerly pressed forward to act as seconds; my shirt-sleeves were rolled up over my thin arms, and in another instant we two fellow-pupils were squaring at each other, and I was gathering myself up to deliver as hard a blow as I could when--…
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