He was perspiring freely as he took off the gloves. A shower-bath, followed by brisk massage at the energetic hands of Steve, made him feel better than he had imagined he could feel after that night of spiritual storm and stress. He was glowing as he put on his clothes, and a certain high resolve which had come to him in the night watches now returned with doubled force.
“Dingle,” he said, “how did I seem to-day?”
“Fine,” answered Steve courteously. “You’re gettin’ to be a regular terror.”
“You think I shape well?”
“Sure.”
“I am glad. This morning I am going to thrash a man within an inch of his life.”
“What!”
Steve spun round. Bailey’s face was set and determined.
“You are?” said Steve feebly.
“I am.”