Part 16 (1/2)
”Seconds out of the ring. _Time!_” called the time-keeper and Dam walked towards Harberth with outstretched hand, met him in the middle of the ring and shook hands with great repugnance. As Harberth's hand left Dam's it rose swiftly to Dam's face and knocked him down.
”Shame! Foul poke! Coward,” were some of the indignant cries that arose from the spectators.
”Silence,” roared the referee. ”_Will_ you shut up and be quiet.
Perfectly legitimate--if not very sporting.”
Dam sprang to his feet, absolutely unhurt, and, if possible, more determined than ever. It was only because he had been standing with feet together that he had been knocked down at all. Had he been given time to get into sparring position the blow would not have moved him.
Nor was Harberth himself in an att.i.tude to put much weight behind the blow and it was more a cuff than a punch.
Circling round his enemy, Dam sparred for an opening and watched his style and methods.
Evidently the bully expected to make short work of him, and he carried his right fist as though it were a weapon and not a part of his body.
As he advanced with his right extended, quivering, menacing, and poised for a knock-out blow, his left did not appear in the matter at all.
Suddenly he aimed his fist at Dam like a stone and with great force.
Dam side-stepped and it brushed his ear; with his right he smote with all his force upon Harberth's ribs and with his left he drove at his eye as he came up. Both blows were well and truly laid and with good sounding thuds that seemed to delight the audience.
Bully Harberth changed his tactics and advanced upon his elusive opponent with his left in the position of guard and his right drawn back to the arm-pit. Evidently he was going to hold him off with the one and smash him with the other. Not waiting for him to develop his attack, but striking the bully's left arm down with his own left, Dam hit over it with his right and reached his nose and--so curious are the workings of the human mind--thought of Moses striking the rock and bringing forth water.
The sight of blood seemed to distress Harberth and, leaping in as the latter drew his hand across his mouth, Dam drove with all his strength at his mark and with such success that Harberth doubled up and fetched his breath with deep groans. Dam stood clear and waited.
Delorme called out, ”You've a right to finish him,” and was sternly reproved by the referee.
As Harberth straightened up, Dam stepped towards him, but the bully turned and ran to his stool. As he reached it amid roars of execration the time-keeper arose and cried ”_Time!_”
”You had him, you little a.s.s,” said Delorme, as he squeezed a sponge of water on Dam's head. ”Why on earth didn't you go in and finish him?”
”It didn't seem decent when he was doubled up,” replied Dam.
”Did it seem decent his. .h.i.tting you while you shook hands?” returned the other, beginning to fan his princ.i.p.al with a towel.
”Anyhow he's yours if you go on like this. Keep your head and don't worry about his. Stick to his body till you have a clear chance at the point of his jaw.”
”Seconds out of the ring. _Time!_” cried the time-keeper.
This round was less fortunate for the smaller boy. Harberth's second had apparently given him some good advice, for he kept his mark covered and used his left both to guard and to hit.
Also he had learned something from Dam, and, on one occasion as the latter went at his face with a straight left, he dropped the top of his head towards him and made a fierce hooking punch at Dam's body.
Luckily it was a little high, but it winded him for a moment, and had his opponent rushed him then, Dam could have done nothing at all.
Just as ”Time” was called, Harberth swung a great round-arm blow at Dam which would have knocked him head over heels had not he let his knees go just in time and ducked under it, hitting his foe once again on the mark with all his strength.
”How d'you feel?” asked Delorme as Dam went to his stool.
”Happy,” said he.
”Don't talk piffle,” was the reply. ”How do you feel? Wind all right?