CHAPTER IX
YOUNG GLADIATORS MEET
"GOING to take off your boots?" questioned Steve.
"Sure."
"Then I'll take mine off, too."
He did so, tightened his belt and stepped out into the drift well within the flickering circle of light shed by the two candles.
"How are we going to decide it, Bob?"
"The fellow who gets knocked out first loses. No second chance. Are you ready?"