“I don’t know of another man who will fill the bill. He must be a middleweight amateur, and I do not know of a man in New York or within reach who can stand a show with Pete McGilvay.”
“Perhaps I know of such a man.”
“You?”
“Yes.”
Herrick looked startled.
“I don’t believe it, begging your pardon, Mr. Merriwell. But who is the man?”
“I am.”
Herrick’s jaw dropped; after a moment he looked amused, but attempted to hide a smile.
“Really, Mr. Merriwell,” he said, “I think you underestimate McGilvay’s fighting-ability. He is a wonder. I believe that he will some day stand a show of carrying off the championship of this country.”
Diamond had been astounded by Frank’s proposition. His hand fell suddenly on Merry’s arm, but Frank motioned for him to be silent.