Sally clutched the curtain at her side.

Her fingers tore at the fabric.
"Break away, break away!" called the master; and when neither of them loosed his hold for fear the other would strike, he took him whom they called Jim by the shoulder and pushed him bodily backwards.

The other followed him with a blow like the arm of a windmill in a gale.
Traill chuckled with delight between his hands.
"Time!" called the master, and Jim, striking a futile blow that glanced harmlessly off the shoulder of his opponent, at which the little ring sent up its titter of laughter, they returned to their attendants.
Traill looked round.

"What I said, you see," he remarked; "not one blow went home in the first round.

Yet they're fanning them with towels--ridiculous, isn't it ?" In the excitement of his interest, he spoke to her as though she were as well acquainted with the manners of the ring as he.
Once more they were called into the open.