The seconds looked on in amazement. They were praying for the end of the round to come soon. It must come soon to save McGilvay.
Now the crowd was wildly excited. Amazed by the turn of affairs, the whirlwind style of fighting of the stranger threw them into tumultuous admiration.
“Look at that! He got Pete on the jaw! That was a heart-blow! He’s cutting Pete all up!”
The sound of the blows was plainly heard.
Suddenly McGilvay wavered, dropped his arms at his side, and seemed to lurch forward to meet the terrible fist that struck him fairly on the point of the jaw. He was hurled half-way through the ropes.
Then, amid the greatest uproar, the referee slowly counted the professional out.
Frank Merriwell, the “Unknown,” had won the fight, and by doing so had saved Jack Diamond’s money and won ten thousand with it.
Jack Diamond, literally overflowing with admiration and delight, had promptly turned his winnings over to Frank.
“It’s your money, every dollar of it,” he said. “Do what you like with it. Merry, you are a Twentieth Century marvel!”