"Maybe not and maybe yes," said Jack. "However, you're not going to have another trial. You've been licked, and licked good and proper, and that's all there is to it. See if you can get up now. I'll take you to our own quarters."
Frank pulled himself to his feet, and, leaning on Jack, walked from the room.
Davis now had donned his coat and stood near as the two passed out. There was a sneering smile on his puffed face, and he spoke.
"Perhaps you fellows will pay a little more attention to me when I say something after this," he muttered.
Jack whirled on him sharply.
"See here," he said quietly, "if you make any trouble in the future I'll take you in hand myself. You'll find that the result will be somewhat different."
"So?" sneered Davis, feeling not a little proud of himself. "You are at liberty to try at any time. Right now, eh?"
He made as if to discard his coat. Flushed with victory, he manifested no doubt that he could handle Jack as well as Frank.
In spite of himself, Jack was forced to smile.
"We won't fight now," he said quietly. "You're not in condition in the first place. But when you have been fixed up, I just want to tell you not to trifle with me."