The two fighters were greater brutes than they.

The first splendid velvet edge of youth and condition wore off, and they fought more cautiously and deliberately.

There had been no advantage gained either way.

"It's anybody's fight," Martin heard some one saying.
Then he followed up a feint, right and left, was fiercely countered, and felt his cheek laid open to the bone.

No bare knuckle had done that.