"You've been in too many fights, back in the good old High School days of Dick & Co." "I can handle myself," nodded Dave, "unless Farley proves to be a veritable wonder." "He certainly thinks he is," warned Rollins.

"And a good many of the fellows believe Farley to be the best man of the class in this line of work." "They won't think so much longer," returned Dan, as simply as though merely stating a proved fact.

"You see, Rollins, you never had the great good luck to get your kid training with Dick & Co.
Our old crowd always went in to win just because we were blind to the idea that there was any possible chance of losing." "Did you always make good ?" asked Rollins curiously.
"Just about always, I reckon," nodded Dan confidently.
"You must have been a wonder-bunch then," smiled Rollins.
Farley was ready, now, and coming forward with a second on either side of him.
"Step in Dave old fellow." directed Dan.
Dave came forward to where Midshipman Tyson awaited them.
"Gentlemen," announced the referee, "this is to be a fight to the finish, bare hands.

As time is short you are urged to mix it up briskly to a conclusion.

The usual ring rules will guide the officials of this meeting.