Chapter 13The next day at one o'clock, a large group had assembled in the gymnasium. Laszlo cleared a space in the centre, marking out the approximate dimensions of a boxing ring.
“Welcome gentlemen,” Laszlo said. “You have an audience. Come.” We stepped forward. “Go into the changing area and strip down to your undershirts. I have proper shoes and gloves here for you.”
In the change room, I stripped off my shirt, then kicked off my shoes. I glanced over at Jerzy, who had done the same. The Pole was heavily muscled and stood a head higher at least. Jerzy flexed, then pounded his fist into his palm and smiled.
“I shall enjoy this, Jew. Better pray now.”
I returned the smile calmly and looked him again straight in the eye. I didn't say anything but held Jerzy's gaze until the young Pole
