Hegner was giving Burk his regular daily training, explaining just when it was best to use the stop for the left-hand uppercut and when it was advisable to duck and counter on the body.
Quite a throng had gathered to watch them. Both were stripped down to their regular training suits, which gave Frank a chance to size them up still better than heretofore.
Merriwell saw he had made no mistake in Burk, but, if anything, Hegner was more sinewy and had better muscular development than Frank had thought.
The two lads were working gently, going through the movements for each blow, parry, dodge and counter with deliberation, and Frank soon saw that Hegner really knew his business.
“What do you think of those chaps, Merriwell?” asked Hodge, who seemed strangely restless and nervous.
“I haven’t seen them get to work in earnest yet,” was the answer.
“Say, old man!”
“What is it?”
“I’d like to see you go up against that Hegner and hammer him all over the lot. I despise the sight of him.”
“Perhaps I couldn’t do the trick, you know.”