away!" said the referee.

The Master struck upwards on the break, and shook Montgomery with the
blow. Then it was "time." It had been a spirited opening round.
The people buzzed into comment and applause. Montgomery was quite
fresh, but the hairy chest of the Master was rising and falling.
The man passed a sponge over his head while Anastasia flapped the towel
before him. "Good lass! good lass!" cried the crowd, and cheered her.

The men were up again, the Master grimly watchful, Montgomery as alert
as a kitten. The Master tried a sudden rush, squattering along with his
awkward gait, but coming faster than one would think. The student
slipped aside and avoided him. The Master stopped, grinned, and shook
his head. Then he motioned with his hand as an invitation to
Montgomery to come to him. The student did so and led with his left,
but got a swinging right counter in the ribs in exchange. The heavy
blow staggered him, and the Master came scrambling in to complete his
advantage; but Montgomery, with his greater activity, kept out of danger
until the call of "time." A tame round, and the advantage with the
Master.

"T' Maister's too strong for him," said a smelter to his neighbour.

"Ay; but t'other's a likely lad. Happen we'll see some sport yet.
He can joomp rarely."

"But t' Maister can stop and hit rarely. Happen he'll mak' him joomp
when he gets his nief upon him."

They were up again, the water glistening upon their faces. Montgomery
led instantly, and got his right home with a sounding smack upon the
master's forehead. There was a shout from the colliers, and "Silence!
Order!" from the referee. Montgomery avoided the counter, and scored
with his left. Fresh applause, and the referee upon his feet in
indignation..

"No comments, gentlemen, if _you_ please, during the rounds."

"Just bide a bit!" growled the Master.

"Don't talk--fight!" said the referee, angrily.

Montgomery rubbed in the point by a flush hit upon the mouth, and the
Master shambled back to his corner like an angry bear, having had all
the worst of the round.

"Where's thot seven to one?" shouted Purvis, the publican. "I'll take
six to one!"

There were no answers.

"Five to one!"

There were givers at that. Purvis booked them in a tattered notebook.

Montgomery began to feel happy. He lay back with his legs outstretched,
his back against the corner-post, and one gloved hand upon each rope.
What a delicious minu