16.—Jones dashed in fearlessly, got home a heavy one on Tom’s left ear, who went down on his right hand with a sort of half-consenting stagger, and so finished the round.
17.—Jones, still forcing the fighting, dashed out left and right, and Tom, in stopping and getting away, fell by catching his heel against the centre stake.
18.—Paddock now tried for a lead; he opened the ball by dropping his left on Aaron’s cheek-bone, and got it on the side of the head—tit-for-tat. Some tremendous exchanges followed, when Jones closed, shot his left arm round Paddock’s neck, threw him a clean back-fall, and fell on him. (We learned, subsequently, that in this round Jones so severely injured his left shoulder that he was incapacitated from its free use for several succeeding rounds; he also complained that Jerry Noon, by his careless way of lifting him, increased the mischief by an additional twist.)
19.—Jones went in and pegged away, but his left-hand hits seemed ineffective; Tom hit out wildly, but at last fell with his own consent.
20–24.—Jones planted on Paddock’s frontispiece cleverly; but there was no steam in the hits. In the last-named round Paddock slipped down, but instantly jumped up to renew the round; Jones, who was in the arms of his seconds, released himself, and at it they went. After some wild exchanges, the men embraced, swung round, and both fell.
25.—Paddock got home his left bunch of fives on Aaron’s sadly damaged optic. Jones returned on the side of the head, and in going down narrowly escaped a swinging blow from Paddock’s right.
26.—Jones dashed in on the snout, whence spouted a crimson jet, then closed, and, after a short struggle, both fell, Paddock under.
27.—Jones again rattled in, but his left-hand blows seemed mere pushes, his following hits with the right being sharp and heavy. After mutual exchanges, Jones again gripped Paddock and threw him, falling over him. As they lay on the ground Paddock patted Jones on the shoulder, in a patronising way, as if saying, “Well done, my lad!”
28.—Jones broke ground by letting go both hands, but they were mere fly-flaps. In trying to get nearer he missed his left, over-reached himself, and fell.
29.—Paddock, tired of the defensive, dashed in; they quickly got to work, and after a merry rally, in which there were several mutual misses, both were down, Paddock undermost.