"Stand up and fight!" jeered Farley harshly as he wheeled and wheeled, still throwing out his hammer blows. "Don't play sneak on the field!"
Dave didn't even flush. Trained with Dick Prescott at Gridley
High School, Darrin was too old a hand to be taunted into indiscretion.
In spite of his footwork, however, Farley succeeded in landing upon him twice, though neither blow did much damage.
Then a third blow landed, against the side of Darrin's head, that jarred him. It was all he could do to stand off Farley until he recovered his wits enough to dodge once more.
Yet, all the while, Darrin was watching his chance.
CHAPTER VIII
THE MAN WHO WON
"This isn't a sprint!" yelled Farley, in high disgust. "Come back here!" Dave did come back.
Wheeling suddenly, he struck his right arm up under Farley's now loose guard.
In the same fraction of a second Dave let fly with his left.