David dashed out at his man and hit with his right but was parried. Again he tried his right, rather round, and just touched Crocker’s shoulder; whereupon Bartley, hitting straighter, got his left on the other’s face and followed it with his right on the throat. The second blow was heavy and shook David for a moment. They stood apart, then both began to fight desperately, but with little science. Some tremendous counters succeeded and each received a few blows in the face; but Bowden evidently hit harder than the younger man, though he did not get home so often. The little knowledge either possessed belonged to Crocker. He guarded to some purpose with his left and avoided one or two strong, right-handed blows in this manner. Twice Crocker missed his right; then the best blow of the round was struck by him. It fell fairly and full on David’s forehead, and he followed it by another, under the eye. Then Bartley received one on the nose which drew blood. A moment later the men closed and Crocker threw Bowden with an ordinary cross-buttock and fell on him. Both walked to their corners and the round ended with nothing of importance done on either side. First blood was claimed and allowed for David. Bartley sat on Mr. Shillabeer’s knee, while Mr. Fogo polished him up and poured advice into his ear. "Keep moving more," he said. "Dance ’Jim Crow’ round the man! make him come after you and blow him a bit. He hits harder than you do; but he’s not as clever and not as long in the arm. Get on to the right eye again. If you can shut that at the start, it’s worth half the stakes." And elsewhere David reposed on Elias Bowden’s knee while Rhoda, white to the lips, but firm as a rock, sponged his face. He laughed at her. "It’s all right," he said to his father. "He only hit me once worth mentioning. I’ll soon find his measure. I’m stronger than him." "Don’t talk," answered the old man. "And get the fall, if you can, next round. Better you drop on him than he drop on you." The half-minute was over and both came instantly to the scratch. Preliminary nervousness had passed and they were eager to fight. David panted a little; Hartley appeared quite calm. The second round began with Bowden leading off; but Crocker easily jerked his head out of harm’s way and escaped an ugly round hit.