30.—Jem distressed, and Bob not much better. Jem delivered right and left, and Bob fought wildly, missing his blows. In the close both down.
31.—Bob’s face was now much punished; one eye shut, divers gashes on his phiz, his conk distilling the ruby, and lips pouting. Jem also showed his marks, but nothing like so severe; his body was red and scarred from the ropes, his right hand puffed, and his bellows in full play, while his right eye was a little swollen. Jem occasionally popped his fives into Harry Harmer’s jacket pocket, in which there was a supply of powdered resin, to assist him in keeping his hands tight. Jem made his left good on Bob’s right ogle and closed, when both went down heavily. Bob very weak.
32.—Jem came up as bold as brass, and made up his mind for quick work. He rushed at Bob, caught him right and left, and Bob fell on his knees distressed. Another change for Jem, who was the favourite at five to four.
33.—Bob bored in wildly; Jem met him in the canister with his left, and Bob fell.
34.—Jem now had recourse to the brandy bottle. Bob came up wild as a colt, and went sprawling down.
35.—Jem missed a tremendous jobber with his right. Bob fought to a scrambling rally, and, in the close, was thrown on the ropes.
36.—Bob, cheered on by Dick, bored in to bustle, and forced Jem down on the ropes.
37.—Jem met Bob, as he rushed in, on the conk with his left, and in the close Bob was thrown.
38.—Again was Bob hurried in, fighting open-handed, and was thrown.
39.—Bob, game, followed Dick’s orders and rushed in, but Jem was ready, hit away, and in the end floored him.