This time he failed again, but Greg's counter-blow landed on the point of a shoulder.

Butler would have been away in another instant, but Greg's right came out of a hook and tapped the yearling emphatically on the end of his nose.

As the yearling fought back furiously the blood spurted from his nose.
Then, just before time was called, Greg got his left eye too much in line with the yearling's right fist.
Dazed, Cadet Holmes was saved only by the word from the time-keeper.

Had the round lasted fifteen seconds more Mr.Butler would have had the plebe out.
Erect, and as jauntily went back to his corner.

[Transcriber's note: missing text ?] "I reckon you've got as a bad looking window here," murmured Anstey sympathetically, as he swabbed at the damaged surface around the eye.