I bribed a fellow to let me sit at the press stand, next to the timekeeper, and worried him until he let me have the mallet that he was using to strike the gong.
"The fight was exciting--especially to me in my condition.

I was standing most of the time, even leaning on the ring.

Once, while in this position, one of the men, who was bleeding, was knocked down.

He struck the mallet.

It became covered with blood.