Two minutes a round--minute wait.

Not more 'n ten rounds.

And God save us if the coppers don't 'ave us by then.

Come up--up with yer flippers! Time!" He tipped a leering wink to the crowd.
The two men edged together, their arms bent in defensive, one clenched fist held menacingly before them.

Sally tried to take her eyes away, but a morbid fascination held them.