"This is the beginning.

There must be an ending." "Do him--do him, Bruce!" fiercely whispered Hartwick in the ear of his principal.

"It's plain enough that you can." "I think I can," said Bruce, confidently.
The sophs offered three to two on Browning, and many bets were made.
Then time was called and the rivals advanced once more.
The second round was hotter than the first, if possible, and Merriwell drew first blood by giving Browning a heavy one on the nose.

It ended with both sparring, and neither seeming to have a decided advantage.
Now the freshmen were encouraged, and they expressed their confidence in their man.

More bets were made, the sophomores still giving odds.
The third round filled the freshmen with delight, for Merriwell knocked Browning off his feet twice, while he seemed to get no heavy blows himself.
The sophs became quieter, and no money at odds was in sight.