"This is to be no prize fight, Merwell. I shall box you for points only."
"Oh!" The bully put as much of a sneer into the exclamation as possible. "Afraid to finish it up, eh?"
"Perhaps you'll get all you want before we stop," answered Dave, calmly.
"What kind of gloves do you want? The thickest in the place, I suppose."
"No, a medium glove will do for me. Mr. Dodsworth recommends the number five."
"Humph! I'm willing to box with a number one if you wish!"
"We might as well box without gloves as with number ones. This is to be no slugging match, as I intimated before. If you are afraid to box for points say so."
"Oh, I'll box you any way you please. Who do you want for timekeeper and referee?"
"Any boy with a good watch can keep time. I think Mr. Dodsworth ought to be the referee."
"Nat Poole can judge it all right," growled Merwell.
"He's not acceptable to me," answered Dave, promptly.
"The gym. teacher is all right," said Roger. "He'll know just what every move counts."
Link Merwell wished to argue, but Dave would not listen, and in the end the services of the new
