“I said you did not talk like one.”

“That’s about the same thing,” said Oscar.

“Just as you like.  Even if I did say so, you said the same of me,”

“Well, suppose I did.”

“I am as much a gentleman as you, to say the least,” asserted Herbert.

“If you say that again, I’ll knock you down,” said Oscar, furiously.

“I’ll say it all day, if I like,” said Herbert, defiantly.

Perhaps it would have been better for Herbert to stop disputing, and to have taken no notice of Oscar’s words.  But Herbert was not perfect.  He had plenty of spirit, and he was provoked by the airs Oscar chose to assume, and by no means inclined to allow him to arrogate a superiority over himself, merely on account of his wealth.  Though manly and generous, he was quick to resent an insult, and accordingly, when Oscar dared to repeat what he had said, he instantly accepted the challenge as recorded above.

Had Oscar been prudent, he would have hesitated before endeavoring to carry his threat into execution.  A moment’s glance at the two boys would have satisfied anyone that the chances, in a personal contest, were decidedly in our hero’s favor.  Herbert was not only a little taller than Oscar, perhaps an inch and a half, but his shoulders were broader and his frame more muscular.  Oscar had never done any work to strengthen his arms, while Herbert had been forced by circumstances to do so.

Oscar flung himself upon Herbert, and endeavored to bear him to the ground.  But the latter, without an effort, repelled the charge, and flung himself free from his antagonist’s grasp.

This naturally made Oscar more determined to overcome his foe.  His face red with passion, he showered blows upon Herbert, which the latter parried with ease.  At first he acted wholly upon the defensive, but, finding that Oscar’s impetuosity did not abate, suddenly closed with him and threw him down.

Oscar rose but little hurt, for Herbert used no unnecessary force, and recommenced the assault.  But the result was the same as before.  Oscar was almost beside himself with mingled rage and mortification, and it is hard to tell how long the contest would have lasted, had not a servant come up and informed the boys that Mrs. Peyton wished to see them immediately.  She had witnessed the whole scene from a window and felt called upon to interfere.

“How is this, young gentleman?” she asked, gravely.  “You have scarcely been together twenty minutes, and I find you fighting.”

“I beg your pardon, Mrs. Peyton,” said Herbert, in a manly tone.  “I feel ashamed of myself, but Oscar attacked me for claiming to be a gentleman, and I am afraid that my blood was up, and so we got into a fight.”

“How is this, Oscar?” said his mother.  “Did you so wholly lose your politeness as to attack your guest for asserting his claims to be a gentleman?  I am annoyed with you.”