Left forward foot--er, left foot forward.

Hold your guard this way.

Now hit me if you can." Almost like a flash of lightning Frank's glove shot out, and he caused the glove to snap on Harry's nose.
"Whee jiz--I mean jee whiz!" gasped the astonished boy from Ohio.
"You're quick! But it was an accident; you can't do it again." He had scarcely uttered the words before Frank feinted and then shot in a sharp one under Harry's uplifted guard.
"Great Scott! You do know some tricks! I'll bet you think you can box! Well, I'll have to drive that head out of your notion--I mean that notion out of your head.

Look out for me now! I'm coming!" Then Harry Rattleton sailed into Frank and met with the greatest surprise of his life, for he found he could not touch Merriwell, and he was beaten and hammered and battered about the room till he finally felt himself slugged under the ear and sent flying over a chair, to land in a heap in one corner of the room.

He sat up and held his gloved hand to his ear, which was ringing with a hundred clanging bells, while he stared astounded at his roommate.
"Wow!" he gurgled.