Wheeling suddenly, he struck his right arm up under Farley's now
loose guard.

In the same fraction of a second Dave let fly with his left.

Smack!

It wasn't such a very hard blow--but it landed on the tip of
Farley's nose.

With a yell of rage Farley made a dive at his lighter opponent.

"_Time!_"

In his rage Farley tried to strike after that call, but Dave bounded
to one side.

Then, turning his back, Darrin walked away to where Dan and Midshipman
Rollins awaited him.

"Be careful, Mister Farley," warned Second Class Man Tyson, striding
over to him. "You struck out after the call of time. Had the
blow landed I would have been compelled under the rules to award
Darrin the fight on a foul."

"First blood for our side!" cheered Dan, as he sprang at Dave
with a towel.

In a few moments the young man had been well rubbed down, and
now Dan and Rollins, on opposite sides, were kneading his muscles.