The Master tried a sudden rush, squattering along with his
awkward gait, but coming faster than one would think. The student
slipped aside and avoided him. The Master stopped, grinned, and shook
his head. Then he motioned with his hand as an invitation to
Montgomery to come to him. The student did so and led with his left,
but got a swinging right counter in the ribs in exchange. The heavy
blow staggered him, and the Master came scrambling in to complete his
advantage; but Montgomery, with his greater activity, kept out of danger
until the call of "time." A tame round, and the advantage with the
Master.
"T' Maister's too strong for him," said a smelter to his neighbour.
"Ay; but t'other's a likely lad. Happen we'll see some sport yet.
He can joomp rarely."
"But t' Maister can stop and hit rarely. Happen he'll mak' him joomp
when he gets his nief upon him."
They were up again, the water glistening upon their faces. Montgomery
led instantly, and got his right home with a sounding smack upon the
master's forehead. There was a shout from the colliers, and "Silence!
Order!" from the referee. Montgomery avoided the counter, and scored
with his left. Fresh applause, and the referee upon his feet in
indignation..
"No comments, gentlemen, if _you_ please, during the rounds.
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