Anyway Dennison would need a stretcher, and four cadets to carry him, for he still lay on the floor in a stupor, from which the usual methods of reviving a man after a knockout failed to bring him.
It was just ten minutes before taps when Dennison was finally brought around and helped to his feet.
"Where's Prescott ?" asked Dennison, after he had gulped down a glass of water.
"Here," answered Dick, stepping forward.
"Prescott, I don't suppose I'm very clear headed yet," rambled on Dennison.

"But I want to apologize for my words this afternoon.
And---I'm glad you whacked me right tonight.

Perhaps I'll really learn something from it.

But my apologies, anyway." "Say no more," begged Dick, tendering his hand.

"It is all forgotten." Dick received hasty congratulations from the late officials of the fights.