Arizona republican., 1911-11-19


 died away, Myles had leaped toward his opponent The latter also sprang from his corner. And ethey met near the center of the ring. Myles sent in a left, purposely missing the jaw and, as Griffinson attempted to counter, Myles whipped his right 10 the chin and Griffinson hit the floor with Q crash, to the accompaniment of a howl of glee from Myles's supporters. But lhe blow, hard as it was, did not affect Griffinson. He did not stay on the mat for even one second of the count Instead, he was on his feet instantly and boring in once more. As Myles rushed in he drove his left straight into the oncoming face. But Myles lid not stop or falteI. Savagely plung ing on with vicious halt arm swings ne forced Grifinson backward, driving in his punches on his opponents guard until at last the taller man, unable tc smother all the blows, dropped his forearm too low for an instant and was instantly fioored by an uppercut from Myles. This time Griffinson rested upon one knee on the canvas and Walkers face grew grave.
 Seven, Eight" yelled the referee tolling off the seconds with uplifted hand as he counted. purposely draw. ing out the time.
 At the word Eight" Griffinson was on his feet. But this time it was not to try and mix things with his oppon- ent. Instead, he put all his agility at side-stepping into play, and, as the gong rang to end the round and the men walked to their corners, he was breathing no more heavily than was Myles.
 Indeed, as the men faced each other for the second round, it was clear that the effects of the first encounter had told most strongly on the favorite. The brief three minutes of work had left his face somewhat flushed and he seemed to be breathing fast, while his antagonist came up smiling-but not to rush affairs. Craftily he raced back ward about the ring, keeping near the ropes and responding to Myles's say age lunges by side-stepping and send ing in light jabs 10 the face. These blows, while they did not do much in. jury, stung and irritated Myles and his face was sullen and red as he walked to the corner at the gong. For the next round the same tactics prevailed, and for the next and the next. At the end of the fifth, Myles's poor condition was only too apparent. He was pulling hard, his lips were bleeding slightly and there was a slight trickle of blood from the edge of one eye where the seam of Grifinsons glove had cut the lid. His opponent, whose Parthian method of boxing had saved him from punishment, still showed an unmarked face. But many marveled that the body blows Myles had landed were not telling their tale.
 "Grif's in great shape" said Walker axultingly, then discreetly lowering his voice he added, it don't look as if he would have to do any foulin' after all"
 And as the bout went on for round after round, it was clear that the lead scored by Myles in the early two rounds had waned. Dissipation was commencing to tell the tale, and his breath grew scantier and his chest aeaved and fell while the dropping of blood from his lips soon developed into I steady flow. One eye was now closed and all from blows that had been sent in to hurt and injure but not to stop their man. And in the tenth round, seeing clearly that he was outpointed through his taller adversary's advan- tage in height and reach, Myles put himself on the defensive and waited for an opportunity to send in a telling blow.
 But Grifinson was in no mind to give him the opportunity. Satisfied with the progress he was making, per fectly coached by the seconds behind him, he was cutting down his man lit tie by little. Myles was always ready to take a sudden brace and rush in, with the desperate hope of landing one of his deadly swings. But he all ways found that long left in his face, the blow coming in with snap which would tilt his head back and make his swing go wild, or else landing with jab on swollen lips or bleed ing nose. Round after round, Flynn stood watching the men, taking no part in the uproar, but smiling grimly as the punishment commenced to tell on Myles.
 Its what Myles needed," he nut tered to himself. "A good beating would do him good"
 And there was little question of the winner now. Griffinson was winning all the way. What crooked work had been planned Flynn did not know. But he realized that the bout so far was on it's merits. And he smiled again as Griffinson commenced working his left like pump-gun at the opening of an other round.
 At almost the same instant thought shot through him. He had seen in the