“Oh, you know!” flung back Rattleton. “You’ve had your turn, too, and you wasn’t so good.”
“You can’t do anything with him if you don’t try to hit him,” said Bart Hodge, who was sitting astride a chair in the corner.
“More thanks! If you’ll put the gloves on, I’ll guarantee you will not hit him any oftener than I have. I believe he gave you a dose of medicine once on a time. I’m the only fellow in the room who hasn’t been punched in earnest by him. You chaps are good talkers, but—— No you don’t.”
Then he went under Frank’s arm like a cat, giving Merry a sharp jab in the ribs.
“Keep it up.”
“Well, that wasn’t so worse!” yawned Browning.
But Frank whirled swiftly and followed Harry, sparring for an opening, which he quickly got.
Biff! biff!—bang!
“Oh, my!” gurgled Harry. “That last one was on the nose! She’s beginning to bleed! I’m knocked out!”
He flung off the boxing gloves and got out his handkerchief in a hurry, for the blow on his nose had started the blood.