Rush Darry into a tight corner, Pen, and then slam him hard and sufficiently." "Thanks, fellows; now I'm all right for the second round." muttered Midshipman Pennington.
In a few seconds more Dave and his opponent were hard at work.
Dave still used his footwork, and most cleverly.

Yet, wherever he went, Pen followed him nimbly.

It didn't look so one sided now.
Then Pennington, at last, managed to deliver one blow on Darrin's right short ribs.

It took a lot of Dave's spare wind; he raced about, seeking to regain his wind before allowing close quarters.

But at last Pennington closed in again, and, after a swift feint, tried to land the same short-rib blow.
Darrin was watching, and blocked.