"At present you have twice as much vision as the other fellow, and only a fraction as much of soreness.

But keep on the watch to the end." For the first twenty seconds of the new round it was Quimby who was on the defensive.

Dan followed him up just warmly enough to be annoying.
At last, however, Dan straightened, stiffened, and there was a quick flash in his eyes.
He saw his chance, and now he jumped in at it.

His feint reached for Quimby's solar plexus, but the real blow, from Dalzell's right hand, hammered in, all but closing Quimby's other eye.
Smack! Right on top of that staggerer came a hook that landed on the youngster's forehead with such force that Quimby fell over backward.

He tried to catch himself, but failed, and lurched to the ground.
"-- six, seven, eight--" counted the timekeeper.
Quimby staggered bravely to his feet, but stood there, his knees wobbling, his arms all but hanging at his side.
Dan did not try to hit.