“All right. We fight. Them no touch.”
“Will they keep their word?” Rex whispered to Jack.
“No telling.”
“Can Bob handle that big brute?”
“I’ve seen him handle as big a proposition and get away with it, but you never can tell. If this guy happens to know much about boxing, it’ll go hard, but, as he said, not many of them do.”
Meanwhile Bob and the half-breed had been stripping off their coats.
“Me spoil dat face in one leetle minute,” Jacques taunted, as he stepped forward.
“Well, it’s all ready for the spoiling,” Bob laughed in a way that seemed to exasperate the half-breed, for he suddenly sprang forward and aimed a vicious blow at Bob’s face.
So sudden was the movement that it all but caught the boy off his guard and he felt the wind as the man’s fist shot by within an inch of his nose. The man recovered his balance before Bob had time to get in a blow.
“Nearly got me the first time,” he declared with a smile.