"If there's anything you know how to do in this game, let us see what it is! Trot it out!" "I'll attend to my side of this match," said Dick quietly.

"My advice to you is that you keep quiet and save your wind for your own protection." "Bosh! You can't do anything to anyone in my class!" sneered Bert.

Indeed, young Dodge's address to his task opened up particularly well.

Dodge was rather heavy for his years, and he had been doing some good training work through the spring and early summer.
Dick, who was lighter and not noticeably quicker, confined himself, at the outset, to his old tactics of allowing his opponent to tire himself.
Bert, however, was soon quick to discover this.

He moderated the savagery of his own attack somewhat, sparring cleverly for a chance to feint and then land a face blow.
Dick gave ground readily when it served his purpose, though he did not run.
"Keep back, fellows!" called Tom Reade.