"Not much! I'll show you yet!" roared the bully. "I'll have you to know——"
"Merwell, you'll do better if you'll keep your excitement down," advised the instructor. "'Keep cool,' is an excellent motto."
"Dave, you're doing well," whispered Roger. "Keep it up and Merwell won't know where he is at by the end of the tenth round."
"I intend to keep it up," was the answer. "I started out to teach that bully a lesson and I'll do it—if it is in me."
And it was in Dave—as the seventh and eighth rounds showed. In the latter round he practically had the bully at his mercy, and boxed him all around the ring. The calling of time found Merwell panting for breath and so confused he could hardly see.
"I think you had better give it up," said the gymnasium instructor. "Merwell, you have had enough."
"Say, are you going to give this boxing match to Porter?" roared the bully.
"Yes, for he has won it fairly. He already has twenty-six points to your seven."
"It ain't fair! I can lick him any day!"