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the act; but the arm was too heavy. It seemed burdened with a
hundredweight of lead. It would not lift itselfand he strove to lift it with
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his soul. Then the gloved fist landed home. He experienced a sharp
snap that was like an electric sparkandsimultaneouslythe veil of
blackness enveloped him.
When he opened his eyes again he was in his cornerand he heard the
yelling of the audience like the roar of the surf at Bondi Beach. A wet
sponge was being pressed against the base of his brainand Sid Sullivan
was blowing cold water in a refreshing spray over his face and chest. His
gloves had already been removedand Sandelbending over himwas
shaking his hand. He bore no ill-will toward the man who had put him
out and he returned the grip with a heartiness that made his battered
knuckles protest. Then Sandel stepped to the centre of the ring and the
audience hushed its pandemonium to hear him accept young Pronto's
challenge and offer to increase the side bet to one hundred pounds. King
looked on apathetically while his seconds mopped the streaming water
from himdried his faceand prepared him to leave the ring. He felt
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