Put up your hands." Patiently Darry waited for perhaps three quarters of a minute.
"Now!" he said at last.
Then the fight went on, but it was one sided.

Had Bayliss done himself justice, it might have resulted in a draw, at least, for Bayliss was strong and quick.

But he lacked courage.
Presently Bayliss, considerably battered, though not as severely punished as Dodge had been, went down to his knees, nor would he rise.
"Going to get up and go on ?" demanded Darry, pausing before him.
"Or do you quit ?" Bayliss, breathing hard, did not answer.
"What you need here," declared the farmer, stepping forward and puffing slowly at his pipe, "is a referee.

I'll take the job.
Bayliss, if you believe that you can do anything more, then the place for you is on your feet.

I'll give you until I count five." Deliberately the farmer counted, but Bayliss remained on his knees.
"Bayliss loses," announced the farmer.