Steve retaliated with a vicious punch in the pit of Jarvis' stomach—a blow that made the larger boy grunt and cling heavily to the neck of his adversary.
"Have you got enough?" breathed Steve.
"No!"
Bob managed to land a fairly strong blow on Steve's neck.
The latter returned the compliment by a vicious punch in the ribs that caused the larger boy to hug his opponent closer. Then all at once, with the last ounce of their failing strength, the two youthful gladiators began delivering short-arm jolts, each standing with an arm about the other's neck, driving in the blows with all the strength he had left.
Not for a moment had either lad sought to foul the other. It was a "square" fight, such as is seldom seen between professionals.
No more steam was left in their blows. They had fired their last round.
"Shall we call it quits, Bob?" breathed Rush in the ear of his opponent.
"I—I guess we'd better, if we expect to report for duty this afternoon."
Steve promptly released himself from the grip of the other boy's arm, and, staggering to a side wall, leaned against it heavily. Jarvis did the same.