RESULTS TELL 



second ; he was sent all over the Ring, and how he got 

 up and faced more punishment was a licker ; he did 

 nothing in return. Back they went to their corners, 

 and here something happened to my man which made 

 him more like a monkey than ever. By mistake they 

 dashed some ammonia into his face out of a bottle 

 instead of water. He sprang up with a yell and danced 

 all over the Ring. No one knew what had happened, 

 and there was a roar of laughing. The wonderful 

 Willie Sims soothed him somehow and got him up 

 again, to be whipped about in much the same way as 

 before. Willie didn't look downcast about it all, so 

 I only looked on to enjoy the fun ; yet I never thought 

 for a moment that my man could last it out, and — even 

 suppose he did ! Sims must have mesmerised him or 

 something, for notwithstanding Keys being down twice 

 in the last round — once for the count of eight — he 

 flopped back more dead than alive. 



ijp went the Referee's hand. " Keys wins I " 

 That was the announcement. AVhat yells and booing ! 

 You could have heard them miles away. Keys didn't 

 know where he was ; however, he got round — and then 

 the side he put on ! He bought a red necktie and a 

 new suit. He could afford to : the match had been for 

 200 dollars a side. When they all began from that 

 time to chip him and say : " Wliat a decision ! " or 

 " Why, Taral's nigger could murder you ! " Dick's 

 only answer, given with a wag of his head, was 

 " Results ! " — meaning, of course, " Results tell." 



Just another story of a nigger. Wlien I was out in 

 San Francisco there was a nigger arrived there armed 

 with a letter from George Considine of New York to 

 me. It said merely that the nigger wanted a show, 

 and that, according to the nigger, he " could fight 

 till the cows came home." He was a biggish fellow, 



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