“It was simply astounding!” admitted Roland, jumping up and drawing a deep breath.
“Are you satisfied?” asked Hawkins quietly.
“As to your strength, yes.”
“You believe I am stronger than Merriwell?”
“You must be. I know Merriwell seldom exhibits the full extent of his strength, but I cannot conceive that he is stronger than that. Can you wrestle?”
“Yes, in any style you may name. I have taken lessons from masters of the art.”
“Then you should be able to throw Merriwell. But the fellow is skilful in many other ways.”
“For instance?”
“He can handle his fists and feet, as I have said.”
“There are a set of boxing-gloves on the wall. You may put on one pair and Defarge the other. Then you may both come at me and try to hit me.”