Dave stopped both blows neatly enough, then sidestepped and passed
over a fist that grazed Mr. Henley's face.
"I just wanted to find out where your face is," mocked Darrin.
"Talk less and fight more, Mr. Touge!" warned the referee.
"Very good, sir," Dave retorted. "But it's going to be hard on
Mr. Henley."
"Bah!" sneered Henley. "Woof!"
The latter exclamation followed when Dave's fist cut Henley's
lip a bit. But that indignity stirred the first class man to
swifter, keener efforts. He failed to score heavily on the fourth
class man, however; but, just before the call time for the first
round Henley's nose stopped a blow from Darrin's fist, and first
class blood began to flow.
"Mr. Touge is a hard fighter," muttered the time-keeper to the
referee, while the seconds attended their men.
"We've plenty of fellows at Annapolis who can punish Darrin,"
replied Midshipman Bailey.
Time was called for the start-off of the second round. The two
principals were intent on their footwork around each other, when
there came hail that froze their blood.
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