Both men stood up to it, as keenly alert as they could be, each trying to drive home heavy blows.

While they were still at it the call of time sounded.
"Don't let him put it over you, David, little giant!" warned Dan, as the latter and Farley vigorously massaged Darrin's muscles.

"He all but had you, and there isn't any need of making Pen a present of the meeting." "I tried to get him," muttered Dave in an undertone, "and I shall go on trying to the last.

But Pennington is pretty nearly superior to anyone in my class." "Just waltz in and show him," whispered Dalzell, as the call sounded.
Pennington entered the sixth round with more confidence.

He began, at the outset, to drive in heavy blows, nor did Dave do much dodging.
Bump! Twenty-five seconds only of this round had gone when Darrin landed his right fist with fearful force upon the high point of Pennington's jaw.
Down went the larger midshipman again.