At last he scored fairly, hitting Dalzell on the nose and starting the flow.
But, within ten seconds, Dalzell had return the blow with interest.
After that things went slowly for a few more seconds, when time was again called.
"That plebe isn't exactly easy," Quimby confided to his seconds.
"I've got to watch him, and be cautious.

I haven't seen a plebe as cool and ready in many a day." In the third round Quimby was perhaps too cautious.

He did not rush enough.

Dan, on the other hand, bore down a bit.

Just before the call of time he closed Quimby's right eye.
Both Quimby and his seconds were now dubious, though the youngster's fighting pluck and determination ran as high as ever.
"I've got to wipe him off the field in this fourth round, or go to the grass myself," murmured Quimby, while his seconds did the best they could with him.
"I'm warming up finely," confided Dan to Dave and Rollins.
"You're coming through all right," nodded Dave confidently.