Johnny rolled over and over, but kept his stout stick thrashing the air whenever he turned face up.
Gran’pa was still hitting the Boxing Gloves with his cane, but was getting very tired.
The ground was covered with broken Boxing Gloves, lying where Gran’pa and Johnny had struck them with their sticks.
Johnny tried to get upon his feet, but was promptly knocked down. The Faun Boys broke off large sticks and ran back into the field, where they fought the Boxing Gloves away from Gran’pa and Johnny.
The Faun Boys whipped so many of the Boxing Gloves that soon there were not enough left to injure Gran’pa and Johnny again, so as the few remaining Boxing Gloves flew at them Gran’pa and Johnny whipped these, too.
At last there were only three of the Boxing Gloves left and these were flying about one of the Faun Boys, trying to find a place to strike him.
Gran’pa ran to his assistance and as he struck at them one flew close and knocked Gran’pa’s glasses from his nose, so that he could not see.
“Watch for my glasses, boys!” he cried. “Don’t step on them!”
Johnny, running up, cracked one of the Boxing Gloves, but the other two kept getting behind him. Presently Johnny found himself with his back towards the Faun Boys, and a Boxing Glove coming to reach the Faun Boy did not know Johnny was there until Johnny caught it such a whack with his stick he tore it all to pieces. The Faun Boy finally knocked the thumb off the last one and the great fight with the Magic Boxing Gloves was over.
What a sight! There were thousands of torn Boxing Gloves lying about.