Hodge was standing with his hands in his pockets, watching every move. “Give him a little more jujutsu, Frank,” he advised. But Merriwell shook his head. He had seen opportunities to practice the Japanese tricks on Manton, but was resolved to give the fellow his medicine in his own way. Manton considered himself a fine boxer, as, in truth, he was. To defeat him at his own game, and do it twice in one day, ought to settle his hash. Manton side-stepped skillfully as he got away from Frank, then came under Merry’s guard and delivered another body blow, seeking for the solar plexus. “That’s his game!” muttered Hodge. “Look out for it, Merry. It’s dangerous.” Frank was quick to discover that his enemy was working to get a heavy one into his wind, and after that he guarded the spot with greater care. Time after time the pugilist tried to get another one in on Frank’s body. In fact, Frank led him into making these attempts, and each time he punished the fellow by cutting up his face. In a few moments Manton was bruised and bleeding, but he seemed just as fierce and determined as when he began. “He’s a hog for punishment,” decided Hodge. Dent Frost was quivering with excitement. “Manton will be a sight, no matter how it ends,” he thought. “Merriwell is marking him all up! I don’t believe he’s touched Merriwell’s face.” Then he uttered an exclamation of delight, for his friend had blocked a lead and landed on Frank’s forehead, sending his head back. “That’s the way!” he hissed. “A little lower and Merriwell would have a fine black eye to care for.” Fuller looked on with his blood stirred, although he was very sorry that the affair had occurred. It was a savage fight, and soon both men began to show the strain, although Manton was breathing much more heavily. Frank’s lips were pressed together, but his face wore that same smile. It enraged the gentleman pugilist, who was determined to “knock the smile off.” Manton came in with a rush, and Frank went under his arm, rising and turning in time to get in a blow. This very thing was repeated a few moments later. Then they grappled again, and Manton succeeded in blocking as Frank sought to uppercut him as before. “No you don’t!” he panted. “You can’t do that all the time!” Merry smashed him on the kidneys, making him wince a little. Then Manton sought to get in a blow in the break away, but it was blocked. Manton’s eyes were beginning to puff up, his nose was bleeding and his lips cut. Blood stained his white shirt. “He’ll be a spectacle to-morrow,” thought Hodge. Dent Frost was looking for his friend to get in the “wallop” that would settle the fight. Three times Manton had tried for it and missed. Again he tried, and missed. Merriwell came back with a blow that sent him to the ground. He rose at once. Frank permitted him to get onto his feet. In fact, Merry waited until Manton resumed the attack. “It can’t last much longer,” said Bert Fuller.