He evidently expected to find his opponent very speedily at his mercy, and he made no attempt to husband his strength.

But his blows went wide.

The English lad avoided them with an agility that kept him practically unscathed.

Had he been a hard hitter, he might have got in several blows himself, but he only landed one or two.

His face was set and white as a marble mask in which only the eyes lived--eyes that watched with darting intensity for the chance to close.