Again he tried, and missed.
Merriwell came back with a blow that sent him to the ground.
He rose at once.
Frank permitted him to get onto his feet. In fact, Merry waited until Manton resumed the attack.
“It can’t last much longer,” said Bert Fuller.
Frank seemed seeking another opening. In a few seconds he found it and his fist shot out.
Smack! The blow landed squarely. Manton went to the turf. He rose more slowly, but he forced himself to get up, although the ground was unsteady beneath his feet.
“He’s done for!” groaned Frost, as he saw his friend stagger.
He leaped in and caught Manton by the arm.
“Quit it!” he said. “You’re out!”