“Well, your turn will come next. Now then. Ready?”
“Yes,” we cried.
“Then you, Mercer, hit him in the chest.”
“And what shall I do?”
“Don’t let him. You’ve got your right ready, haven’t you? Now then, off!”
We were both terribly excited, and I was on my guard as Mercer hit at me with his soft glove, and I caught the blow on my right arm.
“Good!” cried Lomax; “bravo! well stopped. But that’s all you did, because you didn’t know any better. If you had known better, Master Mercer would be sitting on the floor.”
“What ought I to have done, then?” I said.
“You wait and I’ll show you. Now, Mercer, hit at him again. Hit this time. That’s a boxing-glove you’ve got on.”
“Well, I know it is.”