"Now, Mr. Wood, or perhaps I should say Bob Wood for short, put up your hands."
Bob put them up in defiance of all rules governing boxing. This was enough for Quincy; he had sized up his man and determined to make the most of his opportunity.
"Mr. Wood," he said politely, "before I hit you I am going to tell you just exactly where I am going to strike, so you can't blame me for anything that may happen. I shall commence on your right eye."
Wood's face grew livid; he made a rush at Quincy as though he would fall on him and crush him. Quincy easily eluded him, and when Wood made his second rush at him he parried a right-hander, and before Wood could recover, he struck him a square blow full on his right eye. They faced each other again.
"Now, Mr. Wood," said Quincy, "I see you have a watch in your vest pocket. Is it an open-faced watch?"
"S'posin' you find out," said Wood, glaring at Quincy with his left eye, his right one being closed up.
"Well, then," remarked Quincy, "you will be obliged to have it repaired, for I am going to hit you just where that watch is and it may injure it."
Wood was more wary this time and Quincy was more scientific. He gave Wood a left-hander in the region of the heart which staggered him.
They faced each other for the third time.