Then, his temples reddening with anger, Dave swung in a huge one that crashed in under Pennington's right ear.
"Time!" shouted Dawley, just as Pen went to the floor in a heap.

That saved the larger midshipman from having to take the count.

His seconds had him ready at the call for the third round.
Now, suddenly, Darrin seemed to change not only his tactics, but his whole personality.

To his opponent Dave seemed suddenly transformed into a dancing demon.
It was about the same old footwork, but it was aggressive now, instead of being defensive.
First, Dave landed a light tap on the already suffering nose.

A few seconds later he landed on the point of Pen's chin, though not hard enough to send his man down.