I believe there is a fellow not more than a hundred miles from here that thinks he is some one with gloves, but you can do him dead easy.

More than that, I think he knows it, and I don't believe he has the nerve to stand up and face you for a whirl." "Oh, I don't want to box with any one," said Rains.

"Keep still, Bascomb." "You may not want to box, but you can down Frank Merriwell just the same," declared the big plebe..