The boy left Chester’s lap obediently.
“Will you come and see me again?” he pleaded.
“Yes, I will come,” said Chester, and, stooping over, he kissed the boy’s cheek. Ernest’s face lighted up with a loving smile, and again he kissed Chester’s hand.
“Now, Chester, you can come to my den.” Arthur opened the door of a large room, furnished with every comfort.
It was easy to see that it was a boy’s apartment. On a table were boxing gloves. Over a desk in a corner was hung the photograph of a football team, of which Arthur was the captain. There was another photograph representing him with gloves on, about to have a set-to with a boy friend.
“Do you box, Chester?” he asked.
“No; I never saw a pair of boxing gloves before.”
“I will give you a lesson. Here, put on this pair.”
Chester smiled.
“I shall be at your mercy,” he said. “I am, perhaps, as strong as you, but I have no science.”