Dennison's effort was to swing in one hard, sufficient blow.
Just thirty-five seconds from the start of the round Dick found his opportunity, and took it.

His right smashed in fearfully on the end of the big fellow's jaw bone, just under the ear.
Bump! Dennison's big, muscular body hit the floor like the falling of a tree.

Maitland counted, for he knew the big fellow couldn't rise in ten seconds after a blow like that.
"Nine, ten," finished the time-keeper, and dropped his watch into his pocket.
"I award the fight to Mr.Prescott," announced Packard.

"Now, what are we going to do with this big hulk ?" That was a problem.

It would hardly do to take another cadet to hospital that night.