In any case I shall have to call the fight by that time, and decide it a draw, if necessary.

What say you ?" "Quite satisfactory, sir," nodded Kramer.
"Satisfactory, sir," added Prescott, waiting, as a plebe should, until the yearling had spoken.
Devine was back almost at once.

The seconds carried the still unconscious Mr.Spurlock below to the waiting stretcher.
Immediately after Kramer dropped in on a classmate, who gladly came upstairs to aid Mr.Devine in seconding Mr.Kramer.
Not an unnecessary moment did Mr.Kramer lose with his stripping.

He was ready in almost record time, presenting, bared, a man of about Mr.Spurlock's proportions, weight and general muscular fitness.
Mr.Edwards quickly recited the conditions, then called for the start of the affair.
Figuring that Prescott must now be a good deal sore and at least a bit winded, Mr.Kramer started in at a lively gait, trying to bear the plebe down with swift, overpowering rushes and showers of blows.
Some of these landed on the plebe's sturdy body, the whacks resounding.

But the blows merely stirred Prescott's fighting blood within him.