Yet, after forty seconds of this work, when Dodge had just let fly a blow intended to land over Prescott's heart, his fist touched only air and he lurched forward. In the same instant Dick swung a smashing blow on Bert's left ear. Bert went down, lying there like a log.
In the silence that followed the finish of the count, and the referee's awarding words, Dick Prescott's voice broke in, as soft and cool as ever:
"In fifteen minutes, Mr. Dennison, I'll be ready for you!"
CHAPTER XIX
MR. DENNISON'S TURN IS SERVED
Furlong sprang forward to protest.
"See here, old ramrod, don't be foolish."
"I can handle it as well tonight as at any time," Dick laughed as coolly as ever.
"But you've taken a lot of punishment."
"Fifteen minutes is all I need, with seconds like you and Greg."