" Having said which, the Old Un bowed again,
gravely stepped from the ring, and ensconcing himself in the armchair,
drew out a large and highly ornate watch, while Ravenslee and Joe
vaulted over the ropes.
Behold them facing each other, the brown-skinned fighting man wise in
ringcraft and champion of a hundred fights, and the white-fleshed
athlete, each alike clean and bright of eye, light-poised of foot,
quivering for swift action, while the Old Un looks needfully from one to
the other, watch in one bony hand, the other upraised.
"Get ready!" he croaked. "Go!"
Comes immediately a quick, light tread of rubber-soled feet and the
flash of white arms as they circle about and about, feinting, watchful
and wary. Twice Ravenslee's fist shoots out and twice is blocked by
Joe's open glove, and once he ducks a vicious swing and lands a half-arm
jolt that makes Joe grin and stagger, whereat the Old Un, standing upon
his chair, hugs himself in an ecstasy, and forgetful of such small
matters as five-dollar bills, urges, prays, beseeches, and implores the
Guv to "wallop the blighter on the p'int, to stab 'im on the mark, and
to jolt 'im in the kidney-pit.
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