Armstrong never let up. He hooked and he jabbed, the red gloves turning redder from Ross' blood. and me gashes and bruises were the constant targets of the singing blows But. Ross, weak, badly beaten and helpless on many occasions, wore his red badge of courage like few men nave done.
With the crowd screaming at Reforce Donovan to halt the slaughter in the last four rounds, Ross ignored the officials pleas to slop and continued to fight, almost blindly but with the de.ermination to uphold the tradition that a true champion could not quit.
The Hebrew, a clean, honest fighter and a master craftsman had te rely on all his knowledge of ringcraft to escape from meeting the end which 38 out of 40 previous Armsfrongs opponents were forced 1o accept.
Armstrong was landing at will in the eleventh canto, Ross was visibly tired. He was helplessly retreating as the negro advanced with both his hands working furiously.
The Chicagoan's arms were tired from using them as shields to take a good number of the negro's blows in the earlier stanzas when Ross' better science served him well and Woodeote Stakes saved him from meeting with a sudden knockout on several occasions,
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