"Yes. He's going to box an exhibition with some fellow or other at the opening of the new Sports Club up there. Look here—it's all in this," he added, throwing the paper across.
Jack read in silence for a few minutes. Nelson, the Australian champion, was going to pay a visit to Windsor, a large mining centre some ten miles north of Deepwater Bay. The exhibition was timed to come off that night.
"Nelson's real first-class, I've heard," said Jack.
"Yes, that's what they say about him," agreed Fane. "I say, how would it be to slip out to-night and see him?"
"If we—"
"The roads are pretty decent, and we could get on our grids all right—it shouldn't take more than an hour to reach there, at the outside."
Jack was silent. The proposition appealed to him greatly. "I've a good mind to come," he said at last. "Of course, there's the risk—"
"I know; but there's not much risk, after all—and it's worth it."
"Yes; it's worth while seeing Nelson.... All right, then, count me in. How about Billy or Patchie?"
Fane shook his head. "I doubt whether they'd want to come. In any case four fellows missing from the dormitory would be a bit over the odds—it wouldn't take much to get us pinched."