He stood with his fists clenched at his sides.
"Time!" called Mr.Edwards.
Spurlock unfolded his arms, throwing them in an attitude of semi-defense, as he coolly looked his opponent over.
Dick Prescott, on the other hand, threw his left foot forward, planting it firmly though lightly.

His left arm raked outward, while his right fist came to a guard over his heart region.
"I suppose I've got to start this, as well as end it," jeered Mr.
Spurlock.

He made a sudden leap forward, throwing his offense low.

Dick's left shot out to counter.

Then Spurlock drove in, but Prescott got away by nimble dodging.