The game . Joe protecting, Ponta rushing. THE GAME i6i beginning of the ninth round, Joe wastaking the offensive. In the clinches itwas he who brought his fist down on thesmall of the back, striking _ the terriblekidney blow. He didit once, in eachclinch, but with iall his strength, and hedid it every clinch. Thein the break-aways, he b<gan to upper-cut Ponta onthe stomach, or to hookhis jaw or strike straightout upon the mouth. Butat first sign of a coming whirlwind,would dance nimbly away and cover rounds of this went by, and three,but Pontas strength, though perceptiblyless, did n
The game . Joe protecting, Ponta rushing. THE GAME i6i beginning of the ninth round, Joe wastaking the offensive. In the clinches itwas he who brought his fist down on thesmall of the back, striking _ the terriblekidney blow. He didit once, in eachclinch, but with iall his strength, and hedid it every clinch. Thein the break-aways, he b<gan to upper-cut Ponta onthe stomach, or to hookhis jaw or strike straightout upon the mouth. Butat first sign of a coming whirlwind,would dance nimbly away and cover rounds of this went by, and three,but Pontas strength, though perceptiblyless, did not diminish rapidly. Joes taskwas to wear down that strength, not with. i62 THE GAME one blow, nor ten, but with blow afterblow, without end, until that enormousstrength should be beaten sheer out ofits body. There was no rest for the followed him up, step by step, hisadvancing left foot making an audible tap,tap, tap, on the hard canvas. Then therewould come a sudden leap in, tiger-like,a blow struck, or blows, and a swift leapback, whereupon the left foot would takeup again its tapping advance. WhenPonta made his savage rushes, Joe care-fully covered up, only to emerge, his leftfoot going tap, tap, tap, as he immediatelyfollowed up. Ponta was slowly weakening. To thecrowd the end was a foregone conclu-sion. Oh, you, Joe! it yelled its admirationand affection. THE GAME 163 Its a shame to take the money! itmocked. Why dont you eat m, Ponta ?Go on in an eat m! In the one-minute intermissions Pontasseconds worked over him as they had notworked before. Their calm trust in his tre-mendous vitality had been betrayed. Gene-vieve watched their excited fc
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