"Against a man like Mr. Spurlock?" smiled Cadet Prescott, and turned back to his study.
At a little after half past eight Mr. Anstey knocked on the door and came in.
"How's your form, Prescott, old ramrod?" the Virginian demanded.
"Fine, I hope," replied Dick laconically.
Greg heaved an inward sigh.
"Poor old Dick," he told himself. "I hate to see him hammered black and blue in a bare-knuckles fight like this one!"
CHAPTER IX
PLEBE PRESCOTT'S FIRST FIGHT
"We'd better get on hand early," advised Greg. "You want to take plenty of time about stripping for the fight. It would be throwing some of your chances away, Dick, for you to strip and prepare hurriedly, and step into the ring all flustered."
"You think I'm going to lose, don't you, Greg?" demanded Prescott grimly.