Do you hear me?
Keep away, always away." At the ninth count Larry sprang to his feet, easily eluded Mop's swinging blow, and slipping lightly around the ring, escaped further attack until he had picked up his wind.
"That's the game," yelled Ben.

"Keep it up, old boy, keep it up." "C'est bon stuff, Larree," yelled Joe, dancing wildly in Ben's corner.
"C'est bon stuff, Larree, for sure." But once more master of his wind, Larry renewed his battering assault upon Mop's head, inflicting some damage indeed, but receiving heavy punishment in return.

The close of the round found him exhausted and bleeding.

In spite of the adjurations and entreaties of his friends, Larry pursued the same tactics in the third round, which ended even more disastrously than the second.

His condition was serious enough to bring Mack Morrison to his side.
"What's up with you, Larry ?" said Mack.