That sudden drop had been witnessed by one person, and felt by another. Tom Chill, with his eye on Colatta rather than the man he was supposed to be fighting, had seen Bert Cole drop, and the descent of an angel from heaven could not have amazed him more. A sagging jaw, dollar-sized eyes, and limply swinging arms testified eloquently to his surprise, and made him an easy victim when one of Ike Blunt’s wild swings came into his territory. It landed just under his ear, and for the time being Tom lost interest in the proceedings.
Babe Colatta had gone to the floor like a plummet, but there was metal in the man, and he proved a more formidable opponent than Bert had expected. Before Bert could master the man Nick Jarvis had seen him, and plunged forward like a football player. Bert had to ris
