Pandemonium. Everybody was yelling, half not knowing why.
The seconds and trainers were clambering into the ring. The referee separated the boxers. They rushed at each other furiously. The seconds stepped in between. A general mix-up followed, during which the pompous man lost his silk hat.
The reporter for the Post pulled the rector's coat tails, and the rector sank into his chair, pale and terrified. He had forgotten! Carried away by his old love of clean fighting, by his love of physical contests, he had forgotten, forgotten!
"Foul! It was a foul!"
"Ye-a! Ye-a! Foul blow!"
"Bully fer th' parson!"
"Sullivan, Sullivan!"
"McManus!"
"Foul, foul! T'row out th' referee!"
"Give th' deacon a show fer his money!"