He backed off slightly keeping only at half-guard and watching his opponent.
"What's the matter, Quimby" called Mr.Ferris.

"Can't you go on ?" "Yes; I'm going on, to the knock-out!" replied the youngster doggedly.
He tried to close in, but was none too steady on his feet.

Dan, watching him, readily footed it, merely watching for the youngster to lead out.
"Time!" Quimby's two seconds rushed to his side.

Midshipman Ferris and the time-keeper also gathered around.
"Quimby," spoke the referee, "you're in no shape to go on." "I can stand up and be hit," muttered the youngster gamely.
"Mr.Dalzell, do you care to go further ?" asked Mr.Ferris.
"I shan't attempt to hit Mr.Quimby, sir, unless he develops a good deal more steam." Ferris looked at Quimby's seconds.

They shook their head.
"I award the fight to Mister Dalzell," declared Midshipman Ferris.
"Oh, give it to Mr.Quimby, if you don't mind, sir," begged Dan.
"He got the game, and might as well have the name along with it." "Mister, don't be touge all the time," cried Mr.Ferris sharply.
"I don't mean to be, sir," replied Dan quite meekly.