I did all that I felt I could do consistently to stop the fight.

Now it has got to come off, or else it will be because Mr.Spurlock has become more reasonable." "He'll eat you up, that big fellow," mused Greg bitterly.

"Mr.
Spurlock is at least fifteen pounds heavier than you.

He has had a year more of West Point gym work than you've had and he has the reputation of being pretty nearly the yearling champion in the ring." "Of course I shall be thrashed," admitted Dick doggedly.
"However, that probably won't do me any permanent harm.
Besides, Greg, it's certain that I'll have to fight some yearling sooner or later, so I may as well take the dose now.

Every plebe, I reckon, has to have one fight, anyway, with a yearling.