"Giving you a hiding. Off with your coat," said Kenneth. "You'll see fair play, Harry."
"I say, this is my job," said Harry. "You've been on the sick list."
"I'm all right."
"No, really."
"Well, don't let's waste time. I'll toss you for it."
And while Stoneway looked on in amazement, Kenneth spun a coin, won, stripped off his tunic and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
"Two to one against the big 'un," cried Ginger, with a grin of delight.
Seeing there was no help for it, Stoneway slowly took off his tunic.
"And mind you fight fair," Harry warned him, "or I promise you I'll take a hand myself."
The two men faced each other. They presented a striking contrast. Stoneway was slightly the taller and much the heavier; his big chest bulged under his shirt, and his biceps were thick. But Harry, scanning him keenly, noting his fleshiness, decided that his muscles were rather flabby than hard; and observing Kenneth's slighter but well-knit frame, and remembering his promise as a boxer at school, felt pretty confident of the result.