“Of course not, but I’m afraid it will bore you.”
“Oh no, it won’t. I like to see skill of any kind.”
She glanced at his arms.
“I’ll get out of your way. Come, Jimmy!”
She took him by the arm and went back to the hard chair, while Dion and Jenkins in the middle of the floor stood up opposite to one another.
“Have you got a watch, Master Jimmy?” said Jenkins, looking over his shoulder at his pupil.
“Rather!” piped Jimmy.
“Well, then, you’d better time us if you don’t referee us.”
Jimmy sprang away from his mother.
“Keep out of our road, or you may chance to get a kidney punch that’ll wind you. Better stand here. That’s it. Three-minute rounds. Keep your eye on the watch.”