30–34.—Good sharp rounds, with equal success; Paddock getting twice or three times on to Jones’s good eye—the right—which looked in danger of following suit like its sinister brother. In the last round Paddock again thrown.
35.—Paddock, anxious for a turn, went in resolutely; Jones met him with the right, and propped him severely, his left, though he made use of it in stopping, doing no damage to his opponent. In the exchanges Paddock slipped down.
36–46.—Similar in character, sharp rallies, some wild but punishing exchanges; Jones the best of the closes, but Paddock hitting hardest.
47.—Jones went in and forced his man determinedly; he got his right hand heavily on Tom’s listener, but received a slashing upper-cut while attempting to close, he staggered and fell, his knees evidently failing him.
48.—Paddock grinned at his opponent, and looked round at his friends, nodding his head as he put up his hands at the scratch. He popped in his left on the side of Aaron’s head, who fell, Paddock just missing a right-hander as Jones went to earth.
49–52.—Jones’s fighting ineffective, and Paddock slowly improving his position.
53.—Paddock again visited the old spot on Jones’s left cheek, and Jones was again down. It was evident the steam was out of Jones’s deliveries, though he yet preserved his form of stopping and hitting. In fact, his left was no longer his best weapon. From this to the 70th round comparatively little mischief was done, through exhaustion from continued exertion, falls, and repeated blows. Paddock, whose hands were swollen by repeated visitations to Jones’s forehead and brain-pan, did but little execution, while Jones, with his sprained left shoulder and weakened understandings, was too tottery to go in with effect. In the 78th round Paddock sent a smasher into Jones’s remaining window, the shutter of which was fast closing. Cries of “Take him away!” to which Jones contemptuously replied, “I’m good for another hour!”
79.—Paddock went in as if to finish, but Jones astonished him by stopping his left, and retaliating with such a stinger on the side of the nut, that he rolled down and over, amidst the shouts of the spectators.
80.—Jones was evidently fighting against fate. Paddock, though his hands were puffed, seemed little the worse for wear in wind or strength, while Jones was weak on his pins, pumped out, had but one good arm, and was gradually losing distinct vision. Forty-one more rounds were fought, making 121; but though Jones made many gallant efforts to turn the tide, fate was against him. His backers (the principal one was absent) were willing he should give in, but the game fellow would not hear of it. He gradually became blind, and, at length, in the 121st round, he rushed wildly in the direction of Paddock, who steadily propped him on the side of the jaw with the left, then delivering his right on the body, down went poor Aaron in a heap, nature forsook him, and Paddock stood over him the victor, after a determined struggle of two hours and twenty-four minutes.
Both men were immediately conveyed on board “Waterman No. 7,” where they received every attention. Paddock quickly recovered, though his external marks of punishment were numerous and severe; Jones, however, was not himself for a considerable period. The boat at once returned to town; but as she departed before the second fight (between Spooner and Donovan) was concluded, ourselves and many others were compelled to avail ourselves of the Gravesend Railway, via Dartford or Purfleet, which brought all in good time to their homes in the great Metropolis.