Yet all the time Dick was alert, watching for a chance to land a stinging blow somewhere except on the torso.
Just before the close of the second round Prescott thought he saw his chance.

Feinting with his left, he drove in a hook with his right, aimed for Bert's nose.
It touched, instead, on the lip, not a hard blow, but a tantalizing one.

As the men drew back at the call of time a blotch of red was seen on Bert's lower lip.

When he came back for the third round, that lip was puffing fast.
"Third round, time!" Again Bert Dodge started in with his heavy body tactics.

But this time Dick himself changed the style.