The latter hastened to get it, and after a few drops had been sprinkled over his face, Frank opened his eyes. He glanced up curiously at Lord Hastings.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "What's happened?"
"Matter is," returned Jack quietly, "that you have just been convinced that you are not such a terrible fighter as you have been thinking."
"You mean he licked me?" demanded Frank, suddenly realizing just what had happened.
"He did," returned Jack dryly; "and he did a pretty good job of it."
"But I tell you I had him," cried Frank. "One more blow and—and——"
"The one more blow didn't land," replied his chum.
"But I tried——"
"Yes, you tried, all right. I saw you. You just missed him and then he landed on you—twice, and hard. That's why you're here."
"He couldn't do it again," said Frank feebly.