That's what I think of him." "Didn't I hear you say you knew a trick that would do him ?" "Yes, but it is not a square deal, although no referee could call it foul if this were a fight with bare fists.

As it is, I'd have to get my glove off." "Do it! do it! You're a fool if you don't!" "Then I'm a fool.

That man has trusted this entire affair to our honor, and if I can't whip him fair I won't whip him at all." "You make me sick!" sneered Hartwick.
At the call the two men promptly faced each other for the final round.
At first they were a bit wary, but then, as if by mutual agreement, they went at each other like tigers.

Blow followed blow, but it was plain that one man was getting quite as much as the other.

Browning got in one of his terrific drives, but it was not a knockout, and Merriwell had the sophomore up up against the rope three times.
"Time! Break away!" yelled Tad Horner, forcing himself over between the combatants.