"He can box," he muttered, "but I doubt if he can keep his head."
But the end of the battle came now with sudden and unexpected swiftness. Frank, seeking to put an end to the fight, stepped forward, feinted with his left, and drove his right straight for Davis' chin, swinging from the floor.
Davis jerked his head back sharply, and the lad missed. Before he could recover Davis had swung hard with both hands and both blows went home, one catching Frank in the abdomen, doubling him up, and the other straightening him again as it landed squarely on his chin.
Frank dropped to the floor and lay still.
CHAPTER XVIII.
MISTAKEN FOR AN ENEMY.
Davis had won—fairly and cleanly—there was no doubt about that.
But Jack and Lord Hastings wasted no time in considering the merits of the encounter. Each sprang forward and bent above the lad. Lord Hastings raised the boy's head to his knee.
"Water," he said to Jack.