“Are you going to fight in that costume?” demanded the referee of Dan.
“Certainly, unless there is objection.”
“I know of none. Kester, do you object to Davis’s boxing with his clothes on?”
Kester grinned and shook his head. Two pairs of gloves were passed through the ropes to the referee, who examined them inside and out.
“Want to look at these, Bill?”
Bill did. He scrutinized them even more carefully than had the referee before passing them back.
“Davis, look them over,” said the referee, turning to the boy’s corner.
“You say they are all right, do you not?”
“Of course.”
“Then why should I look at them? I am willing to take your word, I guess.”