From annoyance, followed by excessive irritation, Pennington went into almost blind rage--and the man who does that, anywhere in life, must always pay for it.
Suddenly Dave swung his right in on the point of Pen's chin with a force that jolted the larger midshipman.

As part of the same movement, Darrin's left crashed against Pennington's nose.
Then, out of chivalry, Dave dropped back, to give Pen a few moments, in case he needed them, to get his wits back.
"Time!" roared Dawley, and Pennington's seconds pounced upon him and bore him away to his corner.
"Now I know how that fellow Darrin wins his fights," growled Pennington in an undertone.

"He keeps on running away until he has the other man gasping for breath.

Then Darrin jumps in and wins." "The method doesn't much matter," commented Briggs dryly, as he and Decker worked over their man.

"It's the result that counts.