CHAPTER IX.
A SHARP CLASH.
Barzy Blunt was a splendid specimen of physical development.

His shoulders were broad, his chest deep, and there was not an ounce of superfluous flesh on his whole body.

Under his clear, white skin the muscles tensed and flowed, as he crouched, and approached and retreated warily, looking for an opening.

His movements were swift and graceful, carried out with a precision and certainty that not only claimed, but received, Merriwell's silent admiration.
But if Blunt was a fine specimen of a "homemade" athlete, Merriwell's more scientific training revealed him a shade better on every one of Blunt's points, admirable though they were.

If Blunt's appearance suggested excellence, young Frank's spelled perfection.