Then the now sober referee stepped forward, leaned over the prostrate bruiser, and, marking each numeral with a stroke of his index finger, began to count:
“One—two—three——”
Galway stirred and partly lifted himself.
“Four—five—six——”
The pugilist rose to his hands and knees.
“Seven——”
Husker lifted his hands from the floor.
“Eight——”
He brought up his left foot and planted it.
“Nine——”