A motion and a violent thrusting aside, accompanied by a second shout, "he's here!" gave intimation of his approach.

In about a minute, to the manifest delight of all present, young Lamh Laudher, besmeared with blood, leaped upon the platform.
He looked gratefully at the crowd, and in order to prevent perplexing inquiries, simply said-- "Don't be alarmed--I had a slight accident, but I'm not the worse of it." The cheers of the multitude were now enough to awaken the dead beneath them; and when they had ceased, his father cried out-- "God support you, boy--you're my true son; an' I know you'll show them what the Lamh Laudher blood an' the Lamh Laudher blow is." The young man looked about him for a moment, and appeared perplexed.
"I'm here alone," said he; "is there any among you that will second me ?" Hundreds immediately volunteered this office; but there was one who immediately sprung upon the stage, to the no small surprise of all present--it was Meehaul Neil.

He approached Lamh Laudher and extended his hand, which was received with cordiality.
"Meehaul," said O'Rorke, "I thank you for this." "Do not," replied the other; "no man has such a right to stand by you now as I have.

I never knew till this mornin' why you did not strike me the last night we met." The Dead Boxer stood with his arms folded, sometimes looking upon the crowd, and occasionally glaring at his young' and fearless antagonist.
The latter immediately stripped, and when he "stood out erect and undaunted upon the stage, although his proportions were perfect, and his frame active and massy, yet when measured with the Herculean size of the Dead Boxer, he appeared to have no chance.
"Now," said he to the black, "by what rules are we to fight ?" "If you consult me," said the other, "perhaps it is best that every man should fight as he pleases.

You decide that.