Spurlock began to press his man hard, when, of a sudden, Prescott got in low under the other's guard, came up and landed a blow on the Spurlock nose that brought the first blood of the fight.
With an angry growl Spurlock leaped in now, to chase and wind up his younger opponent.
But Dick did some nimble dodging, devoting his attention largely to defending his eyes from assault.
Then, in turning, suddenly, Dick let one leg drag an instant behind him.

Spurlock, following like lightning, aimed a blow, but it fell short, for he tripped over Dick's leg and fell sprawling.
Referee, time-keeper and plebe principals laughed.

Spurlock's seconds scowled.
But Dick generously drew back five or six feet, standing on the defensive until Mr.Spurlock leaped to his feet, ready to renew the combat.
Spurlock, however, had hurt one of his knees, in going down, just enough to interfere with his nimbleness of pursuit during the rest of the round.

Time-keep Jennison soon ended that round.
"Mister," growled Yearling Kramer, turning around while Dick sat between his seconds being sponged and kneaded, "don't be so much of a coward! Don't run away and delay the finish.

Stand up as if you had some manhood!" "Thank you, sir," replied Dick coldly.