He struck fast and furiously, but Treadwell, with a grin, beat down his attack, then soon landed a swinging hook on Dave's neck that sent him spinning briefly.
"He expects to finish this fight for his own amusement," flashed angrily through Darrin's mind.

"I'll get in something that hurts before I toss the sponge." "Time!" Two minutes were up.

To Dave it seemed more like half an hour.
"Steady, now!" murmured Page, in his principal's ear, as the two seconds leaped at the task of rubbing down their men.

"Unless you let yourself get rattled, Darry, that big fellow isn't going to get you.

Whenever you're on the defensive, and being crowded hard, change like lightning and drive in for the top classer's solar plexus." "I tried that three times in this last round," murmured Dave.