He was comparative master of boxing,
but before this interchange of blows had gone far the young engineer
realized that he had met a doughty opponent.
What Tom didn't know was that his present foe was an ex-prizefighter,
who had sunk low in the scale of life.
What the lad didn't even suspect was that the man had been hired to pick
a fight with him, and that the fight was for desperate stakes.
"Have you pounded me all you think necessary?" asked Tom coolly, after
more than a minute's hard interchange of blows in which neither man had
gained any notable advantage.
"No, ye slant-eared boob!" roared the assailant. "Ye--"
Here he launched into another stream of abuse.
"You said all that before," remarked Tom, with a new flash in his eyes.
Then fully aroused, he went to work in earnest, intending to drive his
opponent back and down him.
The fighting became terrific. There was little effort now to parry, for
each fighter had become intent on bringing the other to earth.
Tom was soon panting as he fought, for his opponent was heavier, taller
and altogether out of the youth's fistic class.
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