Gran’pa, still on the ground, struck right and left with his heavy cane and at each swing he brought down one or two of the Boxing Gloves. The children, Gran’ma and the Faun Boys by this time had reached the other side of the field and dashed into the underbrush. For some reason the Boxing Gloves did not follow, but turned and flew back and began pelting Gran’pa. Whenever Gran’pa managed to get to his feet the Boxing Gloves knocked him down, so he lay on his back and struck right and left and kicked his heels in the air to keep them from striking him. When Johnny saw that the Boxing Gloves did not follow into the underbrush he told Gran’ma and Janey to wait where they were and breaking off a stout stick Johnny rushed back to Gran’pa’s assistance. The stick was so long and heavy that he tripped over it, but he didn’t mind that—just jumped up and ran faster than ever. [Illustration: Gran’pa struck them right and left with his cane, but was finally knocked down. (page 50)] Some of the Boxing Gloves met him half-way and although Johnny knocked them down by the hundreds, he could not defend himself from all sides and three or four of the Boxing Gloves, striking him from behind, sent him flying to the ground. 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. One of the Faun Boys found Gran’pa’s glasses and handed them to him.