Galway uttered a roar. His face flushed and he went after Frank like an enraged beast.
Merry ducked and went under the man’s swing.
“Oh, the artful dodger!” exclaimed Jack Branch.
“He’ll have to do something more than dodge in a minute,” prophesied Dick Whisper.
Clang sounded the gong. The first round was over.
Fillmore was disappointed because Merriwell had not been damaged in the least in the opening round. He hastened to Galway’s corner, speaking to the pugilist in a low tone.
“You haven’t marked him.”
“Plenty of time, young feller,” said Husker. “I’ll give him a black eye an’ break his nose in der next round.”
“Well, do something,” urged Fillmore.
He fancied Merriwell would not observe that he took this occasion to speak to the pugilist.