As he slowly retreated and shifted, Jetson drove in more impetuously than ever.
Midshipman Dan found himself at last in a position of advantage.
"Now, hammer him, Danny boy!" advised; Farley, breathing deeply.
"Silence among the spectators," warned Hepson in a low, stern voice.
"Absolutely fair play, gentlemen, to both contestants!" Again the showering exchange of blows.

Jetson, after his late rapid expenditure of force and nerve-energy, was now just the least bit confused.

Dan landed on one ear, and then against his enemy's chin.

Both were hard, dazing blows, though neither left a mark.
Then an uppercut and Dalzell landed on Jetson's jugular.

With, a gasp the fellow went down to the floor.
"One, two, three, four--" Hepson began counting.
"Don't bother with the count," begged Dalzell "I'll give him all the time he wants to get to his feet." Rap-tap-tap-tap! came a banging summons on the door, followed by Midshipman Joyce's voice demanding: "Are you in, Danny boy ?" Swift as a flash Hepson and Farley leaped forward, fairly snatching Jetson, who was still half dazed, to his feet.
In the same instant Page called out cheerily: "Come in under full steam, whatever craft is outside!" "Brace up?
Jetson! Don't look silly or dazed,", warned Hepson, in a stern whisper.