Greg, however, lay awake for a long time, thinking--thinking.
"If I had some of Dick's lightning speed, and his capacity for sailing in like a cyclonic fury," thought Greg.

"Whew, but I wish I had always given more attention to boxing than I have done.
I will after this." Finally, Greg dozed off.

The next he knew was when a brief, metallic "br-r-r-r ?" sounded in the tent.

In another instant Dick had the clock and was smothering the noise.

Greg Holmes leaped up.
It was the morning of his fight!.