THE MAN WHO WON "This isn't a sprint!" yelled Farley, in high disgust.

"Come back here!" Dave did come back.
Wheeling suddenly, he struck his right arm up under Farley's now loose guard.
In the same fraction of a second Dave let fly with his left.
Smack! It wasn't such a very hard blow--but it landed on the tip of Farley's nose.
With a yell of rage Farley made a dive at his lighter opponent.
"_Time!_" In his rage Farley tried to strike after that call, but Dave bounded to one side.
Then, turning his back, Darrin walked away to where Dan and Midshipman Rollins awaited him.
"Be careful, Mister Farley," warned Second Class Man Tyson, striding over to him.

"You struck out after the call of time.

Had the blow landed I would have been compelled under the rules to award Darrin the fight on a foul." "First blood for our side!" cheered Dan, as he sprang at Dave with a towel.
In a few moments the young man had been well rubbed down, and now Dan and Rollins, on opposite sides, were kneading his muscles.
From over in Farley's corner came a growl: "I came here to fight, not to go in for track work.

That fellow can't fight." "Queer!" remarked Dan cheerfully.