After the beds had
been moved back, there was a space in the middle of fifteen feet one
way, and twelve the other--not a large ring, but large enough for two
fighters who meant business.
Walton took off his coat, waistcoat, and shirt. Kennedy, who was still
in football clothes, removed his blazer.
"Half a second," said Jimmy Silver--"what length rounds?"
"Two minutes?" said Kennedy to Walton.
"All right," growled Walton.
"Two minutes, then, and half a minute in between."
"Are you both ready?" asked Jimmy, from his seat on the chest of
drawers.
Kennedy and Walton advanced into the middle of the impromptu ring.
There was dead silence for a moment.
"Time!" said Jimmy Silver.
XIII
THE FIGHT IN THE DORMITORY
Stating it broadly, fighters may be said to be divided into two
classes--those who are content to take two blows if they can give
three in return, and those who prefer to receive as little punishment
as possible, even at the expense of scoring fewer points themselves.
Kennedy's position, when Jimmy Silver called time, was peculiar. On
all the other occasions on which he had fought--with the gloves on in
the annual competition, and at the assault-at-arms--he had gone in for
the policy of taking all that the other man liked to give him, and
giving rather more in exchange.
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