Cassidy saw it and almost smiled. He didn't think that Billy
could come back--but at least he was fighting for a minute in
his old form.
The surprised "hope" rushed in to punish his presuming
foe. The crowd was silent. Billy ducked beneath a vicious left
swing and put a right to the side of the "hope's" head that sent
the man to his knees. Then came the gong.
In the third round Billy fought carefully. He had made up
his mind that he would show this bunch of pikers that he knew
how to box, so that none might say that he had won with a
lucky punch, for Billy intended to win.
The round was one which might fill with delight the soul of
the fan who knows the finer points of the game. And when it
was over, while little damage had been done on either side, it
left no shadow of a doubt in the minds of those who knew
that the unknown fighter was the more skilful boxer.
Then came the fourth round. Of course there was no
question in the minds of the majority of the spectators as to
who would win the fight. The stranger had merely shown one
of those sudden and ephemeral bursts of form that occasionally
are witnessed in every branch of sport; but he couldn't last
against such a man as the "white hope"!--they looked for a
knock-out any minute now.
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