I
I
knew
his style of fighting and cross-buttocksed him as he came on. He fell before me, shaking the boards, and I saw his big eyes looking up at me like a cow’s. I said, “You treacherous bastard!” and stood clear for him to rise. Then, when he had raised his hands clear of the canvas, but just before he straightened fully, I hooked him at the jaw level, but just then he slipped and my fist struck him below the eye, on the cheekbone, laying it open for two inches. He toppled back on to the boards and sat for a moment, dazed.
The crowd was shouting so much that I could hardly think. I turned to them and shouted for them to be still and let me finish my work on this man; but my voice was not heard in that great commotion. I saw Susan sitting below me near the ringside and she was shouti
