It would probably do more good than harm.
"Yes, if you like," said he.
"I'm not going to fight a little beggar like that," said Brinkman.
"Yes, you are," said Ranger, "and I'll see fair play for you." "I promise you I'll make it so hot for him that he'll be sorry for it." "I don't care," said Corder.

"If you don't fight you're a coward.
There!" At this point Dangle came out.
"Here, your man wants a second," said Ranger; "you'll suit him better than I." The usual crowd collected, minus the junior faction, who complained bitterly for a year after that they had been deliberately done out of being present by the malice of the principals.

One result of their absence was that the proceedings were comparatively quiet.

Every one present knew what the quarrel was, and not a few, for their own sakes, hoped Corder would make a good fight of it.
Dangle sneered at the whole thing, and counselled his man audibly not to be too hard on the little fool.
His advice was not wanted.

Corder, for a fellow of his make and inexperience, exhibited good form, and persistently walked his man round the ring, dodging his blows and getting in a knock for himself every now and then.