"Do you think that little teaser is as easy as he looks?" growled Treadwell.
"Oh, Darrin is all right at his own weight," admitted Midshipman Conners. "But he has no business with you, Tread. You"re quick enough, too, when you exert yourself. So jump right in and finish it before this round is over."
"I"ll try it, then," nodded Treadwell.
Though he had not the slightest notion that he was to be defeated, this big top cla.s.sman was learning a new respect for Darrin"s prowess. He could thrash Dave, of course, but Treadwell did not expect to do it easily.
For the first twenty seconds of the third round the two men sparred cautiously. Dave had no relish for standing the full force of those sledge-hammer blows, while Treadwell knew that he must look out for the unexpected from his still nimble opponent.
"Lie down when you"ve had enough," jeered Treadwell, as he landed a jolt on one of the youngster"s shoulders and sent him reeling slightly.
Dave, however, used his feet well enough to get away from the follow-up.
"Are you getting tired?" Darrin shot back at his opponent.
"Silence, both of you," commanded Referee Edgerton. "Do all your talking with your fists!"
Just then Treadwell saw an opening, and followed the referee"s advice by aiming a blow at Dave"s left jaw. It landed just back of the ear, instead, yet with such force that Dave sank dizzily to the ground, while Treadwell drew back from the intended follow-up.
Farley and Page looked on anxiously from their corner. Midshipman Wheeler, scanning his watch, was counting off the seconds.
"--five, six, seven, eight, nine--ten!"
At the sound of eight Dave Darrin had made a strenuous effort to rise.
Yet he had swayed, fallen back slightly, then forced himself with a rush to his feet.
But Midshipman Treadwell drew back, both fists hanging at his sides, for the "ten" had been spoken, and Dave Darrin had lost the count.
While Dave stood there, looking half-dizzily at his opponent, Referee Edgerton"s voice broke in crisply:
"Mr. Darrin required more than the full count to come back. The fight is therefore awarded to Mr. Treadwell."
CHAPTER XVIII
FIGHTING THE FAMOUS DOUBLE BATTLE
"It wasn"t fair," hissed Midshipman Page hotly.
"It was by a mighty small margin, anyway," quivered Farley.
"I don"t feel whipped yet," remarked Dave quietly.
"Oh, well, Darry," urged Farley, "don"t feel humiliated over being thrashed by such a human mountain of a top cla.s.ser."
Dave, whose chest had been heaving, and whose lungs had been taking in great gulps of air, suddenly pushed his second gently away.
"Mr. Treadwell, sir, will you come over here a moment?" he called. "And also the officials of the fight?"
Treadwell, with a self-satisfied leer on his face, stepped away from his seconds coming jauntily over.
Midshipman Edgerton and Wheeler followed in some wonder.
"Mr. Treadwell," began Dave, looking full into the eyes of his late antagonist, "I have no fault, sir, to find with your style of fighting.
You behaved fairly at every point."
"Thank you, sir," interjected the big midshipman grimly.
"The verdict was also fair enough," Dave continued, "for I am aware that I took a hair"s-breadth more than the count. Still, I do not feel, Mr.
Treadwell, that the result was decisive. Therefore I have to ask of you the favor of another early meeting, for a more definite try-out."
Treadwell gasped. So did his recent seconds and the late officials of the fight. Even Farley"s jaw dropped just a trifle, but Page"s face flushed with new-found pleasure.
"Another fight, sir?" demanded Midshipman Treadwell.
"Yes, sir," replied Darrin quietly.
"Oh, very well," agreed Treadwell, nonchalantly. "At any time that you wish, Mr. Darrin--any time."
"How would fifteen minutes from now do?" demanded Dave, smiling coolly.
Treadwell fairly gasped, though only from sheer astonishment.
"Why, if your seconds and the officials think that fair to you, Mr.
Darrin," replied Treadwell in another moment, "I am sure that I have no objection to remaining around here a little longer."
"Do you insist on calling for the second fight within fifteen minutes, Mr. Darrin?" asked Second Cla.s.sman Edgerton.
"For my own part, I do," replied Dave quietly; "I leave the decision to Mr. Treadwell"s courtesy."
"Well, of all the freaks!" muttered Mr. Wheeler, as the two fight officials walked aside to discuss the matter.
"Darry," demanded the agitated Farley, "are you plumb, clean crazy?"
"Do you know what we"re fighting about, Farley, old man?" asked Dave very quietly.
"No; of course not."
"It"s a personal matter."
"O-oh!"
"It"s a matter in which I can"t accept an imitation whipping."
"But surely you don"t expect to whip Treadwell in your present condition?"