“But he won’t.”
“Why not?”
“He knows I want him to cut the fellow up, and he’ll try to let Merriwell keep on his feet while he chops his face to pieces. I wonder if Inza will kiss him when she sees him to-night! Bet he’ll feel so sore he’ll drink like a fish after this is over. We must be careful not to let him get so drunk he can’t show up before Inza.”
Galway and Merry reached forth their hands and their gloves touched. Then they assumed the position of “on guard.”
Merry put up his hands rather awkwardly.
Galway grinned.
“It’s too bad, boy,” he sneered; “but you’d be a plum pudding for any sixteen-year-old kid in Baltimore.”
Saying which he reached over and tapped Merry lightly on the nose.