"The next round probably decides it." "Cool!" grimaced Cadet Holmes.

"Why, I guess I am everywhere except in my punished eye.

That feels like a red-hot furnace!" As the men faced each other for the fourth round Greg, through his right eye, saw a look of intent in Butler's eye that meant business.

The yearling was now going in, in earnest, to wind up this affair.
"I'm going to get something out of this!" grumbled Cadet Holmes inwardly.
As Butler came at him, swift and terrible, Cadet Holmes formed the purpose of playing off a block to be followed by a direct and sure assault on one of his man's eyes.

And presently the chance came.