“No, I never have,” answered Gerald apologetically. Alf laughed.
“Well, don’t apologize. After all, in spite of Tom, we’re not all sluggers here.”
“I’d like to know something about fighting, though,” said Gerald with a beseeching look at Dan.
“He’s got a favor to ask of you, Alf, and he’s afraid you’ll think he’s cheeky,” explained Dan.
“Of me? What is it? Let’s hear. I promise now not to think you cheeky, Pennimore. Want me to re-shape your nose for you?”
“I—I wondered whether you’d mind giving me a few lessons in boxing,” said Gerald soberly.
“By Jove, I like your grit! Want to be ready for the next one, eh?” Gerald didn’t reply.
“Fact is,” laughed Dan, “he wants to learn how to fight so he can lick Thompson. I tell him he’d better call it quits, but—”
“Oh, Alf will teach you, all right,” interrupted Tom. “If he doesn’t I’ll make him.”