I am the challenger." "Take your own way, then," said O'Rorke; "but you have a secret, black--do you intend to use it ?" "Certainly, young fellow." "I have my secret, too," said Lamh Laudher; "an' now I give you warning that I will put it in practice." "All fair; but we are losing time," replied the man of color, putting himself in an attitude.

"Come on." Their seconds stood back, and both advanced to the middle of the stage.
The countenance of the black, and his huge chest, resembled rather a colossal statue of bronze, than the bust of a human being.

His eye gleamed at Lamh Laudher with baleful flashes of intense hatred.

The spectators saw, however, that the dimensions of Lamh Laudher gained considerably by his approximation to the black.

The dusky color of the Boxer added apparently to his size, whilst the healthful light which lay upon the figure of his opponent took away, as did his elegance, grace, and symmetry, from the uncommon breadth and fulness of his bust.
Several feints were made by the black, and many blows aimed, which Lamh Laudher, by his natural science and activity, parried; at length a blow upon the temple shot him to the boards with great violence, and the hearts of the spectators, which were all with him, became fearfully depressed.
O'Rorke, having been raised, shook his head as if to throw off the influence of the blow.