"You are not a very promising specimen," he said. "Ever wrestle before?"
"Never," said Gleason. "All I know about wrestling wouldn't hurt anyone."
"What's your name and weight?"
"Gleason, and I weigh one twenty-five."
"Stripped or with those clothes on?"
"Clothes and all," said the Codfish with a grin, and his eyes wandering around the sea of faces, chanced to light on his two friends, Armstrong and Turner. He waved an airy salute to them, and began with his seconds, two Seniors, to divest himself of his coat, shirt and undershirt.
"He really means to wrestle," gasped Frank. "Can you beat it?"
"He certainly has his nerve with him," returned Jimmy.
"His middle name is nerve."