Although old John Cole was a man of some means, he was ignorant and extremely offensive in his ways. Old John believed his son a wonder. It was his conviction that no one of Jack’s age could get the best of him.
This being the case, the old man had fretted3 and fumed5 over the result of his son’s early encounter with the Merriwell crowd in Maplewood. The fact that Jack had come from that encounter with a beautiful black eye, and that neither Dick nor any of his friends had shown visible marks of the conflict, was quite enough to cause the boy’s father to long for a time when his son could obtain revenge. He had repeatedly said that some day Jack would “take the starch6 out of that Merriwell feller.”
The man looked grimly confident as Jack donned the gloves.
“Sail right in, boy,” he said in a low tone, as he fastened the gloves on young Cole’s hands. “Jest knock him silly. If you ever land good and fair with your left, he’ll know something has struck him, you bate7!”
Jack was full of confidence as he stepped out to face Dick. He put up his hands after his own fashion, yet the guard was not a bad one.
At first Dick worked cautiously, with the object of finding out just how skillful his antagonist8 really was. He came forward lightly, feinted, moved swiftly to the right, and thus circled round young Cole.
Cole was quick enough in his movements; but kept his face toward Dick and gave no good opening for a blow. At the same time he followed young Merriwell up in a deliberate manner, evidently watching for an opening himself.
“Don’t fool with him, Jack!” cried old John. “Jest pitch right in and soak him hard!”
“Yes; pitch right in, Jack!” urged Ted Smart. “I’d love to see you soak him hard! It would do me no end of good to see you soak him hard! Please soak him hard!”
“Dern his picter! he’ll get all that’s coming to him when he tries it!” declared Obediah Tubbs. “He’ll find Dick ain’t no easy mark same as Jolliby is.”
“Who’s an easy mum-mum-mum-mark?” exclaimed Jolliby hotly. “You didn’t fuf-fuf-fuf-find it so easy.”
“Shut up, both of you!” growled9 big Bob Singleton. “You’ve played your part as clowns; now watch the heavy men.”
After a few moments Cole began to press Dick harder and harder. The fact that young Merriwell continued to avoid him by swift footwork convinced Jack that his antagonist was afraid.
“Why don’t yer stand up and spar right?” he demanded, at last. “Be you trying to wind me? Is that your game? Well, I guess I can stand it as long as you can. I’ll git at yer before I’m done.”
“That’s the talk, my boy!” cried old John. “When you do git at him jest let him know it.”
“Oh, he’ll know it, all right,” grinned the Maplewood boy.
Then, to his surprise, Dick suddenly came in on him, feinted with his right, jabbed quick with his left, and got away.
The blow had landed on Cole’s chin, knocking his teeth together and setting his head back.
“Don’t let him hit yer that way!” shouted old John, in angered astonishment11.
“He done it when I wasn’t watching,” asserted Jack. “He can’t do it again.”
Barely had he made this statement when Dick once more sprang forward, dodged12 to one side, ducked and avoided Cole’s blow, ending by smashing the Maplewood lad full and hard in the short ribs13. He was away like a flash, and had not been touched.
Now Jack Cole was aroused in earnest. He followed Merriwell up and struck two or three blows, which would have been decidedly effective had they landed. They were either dodged or parried by Dick.
“If he ever plants one of them it’ll be all over,” asserted the boy’s father.
When Cole retreated he found Dick after him. There was an exchange of blows at short range, and Merriwell hit his antagonist at least three times. As he got away, Cole tapped him lightly on the cheek.
Although Merriwell’s dark eyes were flashing, there was a smile on his lips.
“Why don’t you corner him, Jack?” shouted the old man, as he clawed at his whiskers. “Git him inter14 a corner and then thump15 him.”
Henry Duncan, together with some of the club members, watched the encounter. They knew Cole’s reputation in Maplewood, and Duncan feared at the outset that he would prove too much for Merriwell.
“He’s a strapping16, raw-boned fellow,” said Duncan. “If he ever lands a fair swing on Merriwell I’m afraid that will end the whole business.”
“I understand that Cole encourages his son in his fighting inclinations,” said William Drake.
“Quite true! quite true!” nodded Eustace Smiley. “It’s reported around Maplewood that Jack Cole aspires17 to become a pugilist. He thinks he can make a record in the ring when he gets old enough.”
“I am almost sorry we permitted this,” said Duncan in a low tone. “When I told the boys to make themselves at home I hardly fancied anything like this would occur. An ordinary boxing bout18 is harmless enough, but this seems to be an encounter for blood.”
“Two to one,” remarked Drake, “this is Hammerswell’s work. It’s my idea he put the Cole boy up to it, with the notion that Merriwell might be knocked out and injured so that he would be unable to do his best in the ball game to-day.”
Brad Buckhart heard some of this talk, and at once he stepped over to the men.
“Don’t you worry any at all about my pard,” he said. “He’s just fooling with that chap now. He hasn’t tried to hit him yet. Dick has touched him a few times just to get him started.”
“There he goes!” again palpitated Smiley. “My gracious! that boy’s quick as a cat on his feet!”
Again Dick had closed in on Cole, struck him several light blows, and escaped without a return.
“He doesn’t seem to have much force in his blows,” observed William Drake. “Apparently he can hit Cole almost at will, but he can’t hurt him.”
“Wait some,” advised Brad. “He hasn’t made up his mind to do any damage yet. He’s enjoying this little racket a whole lot.”
“But while he fools with Cole,” said Duncan, “he is exposing himself to a blow that might put him out. Those are hard gloves, and a good jolt19 with them will count almost as much as a blow with the bare fist.”
Buckhart remained undisturbed and confident, repeating his assurance that Dick could take care of himself. At length Cole became exasperated20 at Dick’s success in closing with him and getting away without harm.
“Now you’re doing it, Jack!” shouted his father, as the Maplewood boy followed Merriwell up with a rush and succeeded in landing a spent blow. “Keep him going, son, keep him going!”
Of a sudden young Merriwell stopped and met his antagonist as the fellow came on. Parrying two blows, Dick struck once with a swinging upward movement that actually lifted Cole off his feet and dropped him to the floor.
Old John gave a gasp21 of astonishment. With the exception of Smart, Dick’s friends laughed. Ted pretended to shed tears.
Jack Cole came up with a spring, and lost no time in getting at it again.
And now Henry Duncan noted22 that, although Cole was breathing quite heavily, Merriwell seemed perfectly23 fresh and unwinded.
“Your friend has the staying power,” he remarked to Brad.
The Texan smiled.
“You bet your boots!” he nodded. “That’s the way he wins out. He never quits.”
By this time old John Cole was greatly excited. He pranced24 this way and that, calling to his son and urging him on.
“Never touched yer, boy!” he shouted. “He can’t jar you that way!”
Faster and more furious became the encounter. Cole swung repeatedly with his left, trying to get in a telling blow. Once he brushed Dick’s cheek, and once he landed on Merriwell’s chest. In return he was hit repeatedly, but did not seem to mind it.
Dick saw vindictiveness26 in his opponent’s eyes, and detected hatred27 in the intonation28 of Cole’s voice.
Up to this point Merriwell had shown his skill as a boxer29, without attempting to do his enemy any serious injury. He now saw that Cole would not recognize the fact that he was outpointed unless compelled to do so by a fair knock-out.
Dick now played for Jack’s wind, and several times he landed hard on the pit of his stomach.
Enraged30 by his failure to get in an effective blow, Cole grappled and sought to throw Merriwell. In a moment his feet were snapped into the air, and he was lifted and tossed across Dick’s hip2, being sent sprawling31 fifteen feet away.
“If he tries to turn this into a wrestling match, my pard will certain show him some tricks at that,” laughed Buckhart.
Dick sidestepped and struck a blow that stopped the other lad in his tracks.
Indeed, Dick might have finished the encounter then and there, for Cole had dropped his hands and was quite unguarded. Merriwell did make a move to deliver the blow, but restrained himself.
“Perhaps he’s going to call it off,” he said.
Seeming to recover in a moment, Cole accepted this advice, and again pitched into Dick.
During the next few moments the boxing was so swift that the eye followed the blows with difficulty. Once Dick was struck, but he recovered quickly, and a moment later delivered a blow that started the blood from his opponent’s nose.
Cole did not mind a little blood. In fact, it seemed to make a fury of him, and he launched himself at Dick, striking right and left with sledge-hammer force.
“We ought to stop it, gentlemen—we ought to stop it!” palpitated Eustace Smiley.
“It will be all over in a minute,” declared Buckhart. “Don’t worry about it.”
He was right, for Dick found his opening and gave Cole a solar-plexus blow that again stopped the fellow short. Then Merriwell swung on Jack’s jaw35 and the boy went “down and out.”
Old John could scarcely believe the evidence of his eyes. As he stooped over his son, he continued urging him to get up and resume the fighting.
Jack tried to rise, but his strength was gone, and everything seemed to swing about him.
“I—I can’t!” weakly, whispered the defeated chap. “No—use—dad!”
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fretted
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fumed
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starch
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bate
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antagonist
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growled
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sobbed
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astonishment
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dodged
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ribs
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inter
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thump
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strapping
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aspires
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bout
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jolt
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exasperated
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gasp
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perfectly
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vindictiveness
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hatred
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intonation
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boxer
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enraged
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sprawling
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scrambled
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coup
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jugful
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jaw
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sprawled
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| v.伸开四肢坐[躺]( sprawl的过去式和过去分词)；蔓延；杂乱无序地拓展；四肢伸展坐着（或躺着） | |
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