CHAPTER XXII. A GOOD FINISH
"Final, Light-Weights," shouted the referee.
A murmur of interest from the ring-side chairs.
"R. D. Sheen, Wrykyn College."
Sheen got his full measure of applause this time. His victories in the preliminary bouts had won him favour with the spectators.
"J. Peteiro, Ripton School."
"Go it, Ripton!" cried a voice from near the door. The referee frowned in the direction of this audacious partisan, and expressed a hope that the audience would kindly refrain from comment during the rounds.
Then he turned to the ring again, and announced the names a second time.
"Sheen—Peteiro."
The Ripton man was sitting with a hand on each knee, listening to the advice of his school instructor, who had thrust head and shoulders through the ropes, and was busy impressing s
