Before that assortment of blows Dave Darrin was forced to resort
to footwork.

"Stand up and fight!" jeered Farley harshly as he wheeled and
wheeled, still throwing out his hammer blows. "Don't play sneak
on the field!"

Dave didn't even flush. Trained with Dick Prescott at Gridley
High School, Darrin was too old a hand to be taunted into indiscretion.

In spite of his footwork, however, Farley succeeded in landing
upon him twice, though neither blow did much damage.

Then a third blow landed, against the side of Darrin's head, that
jarred him. It was all he could do to stand off Farley until
he recovered his wits enough to dodge once more.

Yet, all the while, Darrin was watching his chance.




CHAPTER VIII

THE MAN WHO WON


"This isn't a sprint!" yelled Farley, in high disgust. "Come back
here!" Dave did come back.