were in Dave's favor. Dave had perfect control of himself, while the bully was getting excited.
"I'll show you something now!" cried Merwell as they came up for round six. He flew at Dave like a wild animal. But Dave was on the alert and dodged and ducked in a manner that brought constant applause. Then, almost before anybody knew it, he landed on the bully's jaw, his cheek, and then his nose.
"Omy! Look at that!"
"Say, that was swift, wasn't it?"
The three blows had thrown Merwell off his balance, and he recovered with difficulty.
"He—he fouled me!" he panted.
"No foul!" answered the gymnasium instructor, and just then time was called.
"Maybe Merwell would like to call it off," suggested Dave.
"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."
