He guessed correctly that the other was alluding to his
last speech, not to the counter which had just made the sight of his
left eye a little uncertain.
Gradually, as the bout progressed, Kirk began to lose the slight
diffidence which had hampered him at the start. He had been feeling so
wonderfully friendly toward Steve, so grateful for his presence, and
his sympathy, that it had been hard, in spite of the other's
admonitions, to enter into the fray with any real conviction. Moreover,
subconsciously, he was listening all the time for sounds from above
which never came.
These things gave a certain lameness to his operations. It was
immediately after this blow in the eye, mentioned above, that he ceased
to be an individual with private troubles and a wandering mind, and
became a boxer pure and simple, his whole brain concentrated on the
problem of how to get past his opponent's guard.
Steve, recognizing the change in an instant, congratulated himself on
the success of his treatment. It had worked even more quickly than he
had hoped. He helped the cure with another swift jab which shot over
Kirk's guard.
Kirk came in with a rush. Steve slipped him. Kirk rushed again. Steve,
receiving a hard punch on a nose which, though accustomed to such
assaults, had never grown really to enjoy them, began to feel a slight
diminution of his detached attitude toward this encounter.
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