Then each his hand stretched forth to grasp
His foeman’s fives in friendly clasp;
Each felt his balance trim and true—
Each up to square his mauleys threw—
Each tried his best to draw his man—
The feint, the dodge, the opening plan,
Till right and left Sayerius tried—
Heenanus’ grin proclaimed him “wide;”
Then shook his nut—a “lead” essayed,