CHAPTER XXII.

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CHAPTER XXII.

II Get the Hardest Punch I Ever Felt, ji There wasn't muoh time for hunt-'' Ing and Ashing on my calendar hil,; arfLß97. Fighting kept me on the jump. «But I did get m a few weeks at. •home and m tone mountains after WvejßuhliTi fight. I (had over four months | entering the ring again, this, fftime with Joe Ohoynskl. San Francisco was starred up ov«r ifthe matoh with Cfooynstoi on Noverm. jiber 30. Joe was a 'Frisco boy, and Add made his start there. He was «h» : jfirst really clever man I over met' m ' '•■the ring. As soon as the fight began I found'" out that I was going tobeWt. Joe iwas In and out like a shadow, , carefully keeping away from clinches so i-lbhat I ooukm't wear him down by lousing my weight and strength. In the f iihird round I swung my left on his 11 neck, and dropped Joe flat on his I' back. He got up m time and di<*n'tt> show much- distress. •A few roinwte later— T think, it was the {enMi— Choynski struck me the hardest blow I ever felt m the ring lor out of it. I was walking after him, when he swklenly stopped and ■whipped over a straight puuoh that caught me fairly on ttje moutki My.

teeth are very even and -grow close together, but that was such a terrific blow' that it -drove my upper lip through between the two m front, wedging them apart. I held (Jhoyns&i off with my left, wihile I tried *o puls my right hand up and pull my lip away with the glove. At the. same triune I tried to force it out with my tongue, but it was no use. I couldn't get it -away, and it folotihered jne so' much tha.t a round or two later, while I was sitting, m my corner, I had my seconds take a kmife and cut away a piece of the lip to release it. I had to keep spitting the blood out as I went on fighting, for . nothrong makes a man so siclc as swallowing warm blood. Beside that, Joe Kept popping his left over to my moutfli and nose from that time on, and -bad me smeared up more or less. •I went after 'him as 'band as I could and whenever a punch caugfht 'hfrn it counted. But 'he was so- .clever at ducking that the crowd cheered even when he was getting away from me. One of the San Francisco papers next day said it looked like David and Ujo-j liatih over again, only David ■ didn't have -his sling. Lucky forme he did not. He could do well enough iwitti, his fists. As the twentieth roumd oame along I was chasing Joe around at a lively clip. We tooth finished strong, and the referee, called it a 'draw. A numBer of people thought I should have hud the decision. I did the torcwig and landed the only knocK-downs, biut (Shoytnski deserved a lot of credit for Bis cleverness. I was satisfied. .AJfter this fight I went home to Los Angeles, , and there .was matched against Joe Goddard, tfte tamtras warTier Champion. . Joe GftxMard had a great record. He was a 'big man, just about my own height and weighing 195 pounds. He 'had whipped Peter Maher m .three/ rounds, and tod stopped Joe McAu- : liffe, the Mission Giant of San Francisco, wfoo was once supposed to be a better man than John L. Sullivan. Goddard 'was a peculiar fellow. When he oame from Australia foe claimed that he was only 29 years old, while he must have been a,bsout 35. He was 46 years when he fought me. . After the clever Ohoymski it was f uro to meet a slugger. ! Th;at , was just my own game. I went at Goddard as 'hard as I could . and hammered him so badly that tilie second round— for the first time m his lile— 'he wanted to quit. He had enough then. He 1 was shoved out for the ;bhird round, and fought as well as he could. At the end of that rourod his seconds threw up the sponge. John Brink, the referee, announced that if Goddafd qsuit he would call it "rio contest," and no money would be paid by tie club. Goddard came up again, and after a. few smashes I planted a body punch that dropped him hard. Brink stopr pod it himself then, for Gaddard 'had no chance, {even if he could have come up to his feet again. I don't positively remember whether it was a right or a left-hand .punch* that finished Goddard, but it must have been a lelt. When I finish my man with a body punch it's usually with Jibe left. (To "be Continued.)