"Why on earth didn't you go in and finish him ?" "It didn't seem decent when he was doubled up," replied Dam.
"Did it seem decent his hitting you while you shook hands ?" returned the other, beginning to fan his principal with a towel.
"Anyhow he's yours if you go on like this.

Keep your head and don't worry about his.

Stick to his body till you have a clear chance at the point of his jaw." "Seconds out of the ring.

_Time!_" cried the time-keeper.
This round was less fortunate for the smaller boy.

Harberth's second had apparently given him some good advice, for he kept his mark covered and used his left both to guard and to hit.
Also he had learned something from Dam, and, on one occasion as the latter went at his face with a straight left, he dropped the top of his head towards him and made a fierce hooking punch at Dam's body.
Luckily it was a little high, but it winded him for a moment, and had his opponent rushed him then, Dam could have done nothing at all.
Just as "Time" was called, Harberth swung a great round-arm blow at Dam which would have knocked him head over heels had not he let his knees go just in time and ducked under it, hitting his foe once again on the mark with all his strength.
"How d'you feel ?" asked Delorme as Dam went to his stool.
"Happy," said he.
"Don't talk piffle," was the reply.