7/25 There he was, the first in the ring: and that stands for promise of first blow, first blood, first flat knock-down, and last to cry for quarter. His pair of seconds were soon after him. Fleetwood mounted his box. You are not obliged to see it; you can be driven away if you wish.' 'I will be here, if you are here.' 'You choose it.' Fleetwood leaned over to Chumley Potts on the turf. 'Abrane's ruining himself.' Potts frankly hoped that his friend might be doing so. |