Fortifying his nerve, Manton rolled in his usual style.
Crash!
“All down again!” said Frost. “I think he’s going through the string with strikes.”
“Total of one hundred and twenty in his fourth box,” announced the scorer. “That’s a three-hundred clip.”
“Now we’ll watch Mr. Merriwell,” observed Manton, sitting down with a satisfied air.
“Everybody watch,” urged Frost.
“Lots of talking for a match,” reminded Fuller.
“Oh, but this is not a regular match,” said Fisher.
“But it’s regular enough so that a stranger should have fair play,” came in something like a growl from Grafter. “You know what is generally thought of men who try to rattle opponents.”
“Merriwell has the reputation of never getting rattled,” said Frost, with another icy smile.