Somebody tossed out a dirty torn old set of buckskin boxing gloves.
The rest was farce.

Thorpe was built on the true athletic lines, broad, straight shoulders, narrow flanks, long, clean, smooth muscles.
He possessed, besides, that hereditary toughness and bulk which no gymnasium training will ever quite supply.

The other man, while powerful and ugly in his rushes, was clumsy and did not use his head.

Thorpe planted his hard straight blows at will.

In this game he was as manifestly superior as his opponent would probably have been had the rules permitted kicking, gouging, and wrestling.