Sparring Exhibition.
Admit Bearer.
There was no date upon it.
“Is this good for to-night?” asked Frank.
“Sure,” nodded Kelley. “If you ain’t drinking anything but seltzer you’d better be getting in so that you’ll have a chance as near the ropes as you can get.”
“I am going in now,” said a man. “You can come along with me, young fellow.”
Frank gladly availed himself of the opportunity.
“Well, if this isn’t luck!” he thought. “I am bound to get there now, and I think I’ll be sure to find Hodge.”
He followed the man through a swinging door, and they passed along a dark wall till they came to another door. Then they ascended a flight of stairs, turned to the right, seemed to enter another building, traveled another passage, ascended more stairs, and came to a door where their tickets were taken.
“How long before the go?” asked the man with Frank.