“Put them on with him, Merriwell!” cried Fillmore.
Taking the cue from their leader, the other students urged him to do so.
“Don’t be frightened,” said one.
“We’ve all been through the mill,” declared another.
“You ought to stand what we can.”
“I’ve heard you know how to box.”
“Oh, go ahead! go ahead!”
Frank saw through the game now. For some moments he pretended to be anxious to keep out of it; but finally, of a sudden, with seeming drunken courage, he announced that he would put on the gloves with Galway.
The students shouted joyously.