And it was in Dave—as the seventh and eighth rounds showed. In the latter round he practically had the bully at his mercy, and boxed him all around the ring. The calling of time found Merwell panting for breath and so confused he could hardly see.
"I think you had better give it up," said the gymnasium instructor. "Merwell, you have had enough."
"Say, are you going to give this boxing match to Porter?" roared the bully.
"Yes, for he has won it fairly. He already has twenty-six points to your seven."
"It ain't fair! I can lick him any day!"
"It is not a question of 'licking' anybody, Merwell. This was a boxing bout for points, and you are no longer in condition to box. I declare Porter the winner, and I congratulate him on his clean and clever work with the gloves."
"He—he fouled me."
"Not at all. If there was any fouling it was done by you in the sixth and seventh rounds. I might have disqualified you then if I had been very particular about it. But I saw that Porter was willing to let you go on."
This was the bitterest pill of all for Link Merwell to swallow. To think he might have been disqualified but that Dave Porter had been given the chance to continue hammering him! He
