The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1915-10-20

with a volley OF lefts and rights aimed
at the head. but Moran covered with his
sinewy arms, rocked with the blow
and peeked through his defences un-
scathed. They fell into a clinch then
As they broke Moran missed a wicked
right. Cofey falling inside OF it. A,
IL again at close quarters. they weaved
o and about. Backed into his own
corner. Moran found Coffey's chin with
a tame right. Coffey was working for
the body with his right now, but when
he landed. Frank was usually going
away. coffey had been the aggrcssor
throughout. yet his furious pace seemed
to tell more heavily o him h a
upon the we'll covered P~ittsburger.
The minutes rest brought the two up
fresh and spirited. On the advice OF
Willie Lewis Moran sprang from his
chair and met Cohfey more than half
way. Coffey's left was working like a
piston. Twice II rocked Franks head.
He backed OFF. puzzled. Jeanette called
loudly for the Dublin giant to rush. He
did rush, but rushed recklessly. guard
high. rying to batter down Moran by
plain brute strength. The Pittsburs
man. who throughout the first round had
plainly watched all the time for the
proper opening. found II now. He shot
"A low hard uppercut that landed fairly
over the heart. That blow was Cofey's
undoing.
Corey Needs His Gnmrn-ss.
Before IL those rings.de fans facing
CofIey could see big Jim shrink up with
in himself. His breath caine in gasps.
Before he had time 10 recover Moran :
wicked right had foun the vulnerable
chin. Corey sagged on his knees. But
his head cleared. He clinched ana
hung on, fighting for breath. Moran
broke loose from his groggy adversary
and sailed In to end II with a punch
But Cofey somehow, unsteady as ne
was. was able to duck and cover Wicked
lefts and rights whlzzed past his drum
ming ears. His gameness tided him unto
the bell.
1t was a question then OF time. COZ
fey never could have survived another
thirty seconds OF that second round.
The minutes rest was not sufficient 10
revive him fully. He had started out
like a bantamwe.ght. lively and ~sprightly
on his toes. dancing away from dange
or blithely to the attack. When he toed
the scratch for the third and fatal num-
her, gone was all the spring from MS
step. Coffey was a natfooted hghter
then-a loggy. heavyfooted. leg weary
fast firing man.
He never faltered, never gave ground.
But he couldn't keep Moran's left out
of his face. No longer could he block
Franks snappy right. Cohey was a
beaten man. Every one near the ring
save Coffey himself realized that fact.
None better thai Moran. Yet ring ex-
per,ence told to his credit here more
than at any other time, 1t was a ques-
ton then Of landing one clean punch.
Mara snnl aud confident AZ In the
gymnasium. awaited that opening. Ills
whole mind was centred on II, Yet
he realized that a groggy Coney was
by far the most dangerous coHey hi
could face. and he fiirted with no trlcR
of chance. His whole policy was TO ge,
the Dublin giant In the proper posi-
ton for that finishing stroke IL TOOK
Moran just two minutes to accomplish
that end. And those two minutes were
quite interesting enough for the con
qucror. Coffey was fighting back lNe a
stricken lion at bay.