I hope you won't lay up anything against me because I lost my glove.

I was so excited that I didn't know it was gone." It was on Frank's tongue to give Bascomb the lie, but, for once in his life, Hodge was the cooler of the two, and he warned his friend by a soft pressure on the arm.
Then, seeing Professor Rhynas listening, with a dark look on his face, Frank laughed, and retorted: "I don't mind a little thing like that, Bascomb, as long as you didn't strike me.

I rather think I held my own with you, and so we will drop it." "Yes," said Bascomb, "we will drop it--for the present." The way he spoke the words seemed to indicate that, though they might let it drop for the present, the affair was not settled between them, by any means.
Rhynas now demanded to know the cause of the excitement, and he was told that Bascomb had knocked his glove off, and then, in his excitement, had struck a blow.
The professor looked blacker than ever.
"Such a thing is not possible," he declared.

"This is no resort for fighters.

If you fellows have any differences to settle, settle them elsewhere.