Prescott was straighter, at the outset, and his attitude almost careless, in appearance.

Dick had been a clever fighter back in the old High School days.

Dodge, since coming to West Point, had vastly improved both in guard and in offence.
It was Dodge who led off.

He was not by any means a physical coward, and possessed a good deal of the cornered kind of courage of the fighting rat.

Dodge's first two or three blows were neatly parried.