“Of course I do. I wish he had challenged me to fight him. I owe him one.”
“I am surprised at you, Sam. You forget you have recently been in trouble for fighting and now you turn around and urge me to go in for a bout with a fellow who intends to knock my head off if he is able to do it.”
“Not a fight, a boxing match, Dynie,” grinned Sam.
Dan laughed.
“A nice gentlemanly, hand-shaking sort of a bout, eh? Well I’ll see.”
“Are you going to meet him?”
“I will let you know in a few minutes whether I shall or not.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Find out where I am at first,” answered Dan, turning away and hurrying below. He went directly to the quarters of the boatswain’s mate, and, after calling out his own name at the door, was told to enter.
“What is it, my lad?”