Manton came in with a rush, and Frank went under his arm, rising and turning in time to get in a blow.
This very thing was repeated a few moments later.
Then they grappled again, and Manton succeeded in blocking as Frank sought to uppercut him as before.
“No you don’t!” he panted. “You can’t do that all the time!”
Merry smashed him on the kidneys, making him wince a little.
Then Manton sought to get in a blow in the break away, but it was blocked.
Manton’s eyes were beginning to puff up, his nose was bleeding and his lips cut. Blood stained his white shirt.
“He’ll be a spectacle to-morrow,” thought Hodge.
Dent Frost was looking for his friend to get in the “wallop” that would settle the fight. Three times Manton had tried for it and missed.