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THERE was no doubt that O'Shaughnessy 'made a fight of it'--to quote Dr. Macklewain--and from the beginning, and during its short course, the battle was all his own. Tom Boscawen was a mighty man of bone and sinew, but O'Shaughnessy displayed all the 'science' of the brief, fierce combat.
When Boscawen lay stretched upon the grass, temporarily knocked out, even his bushranging companions, standing at the edge of the timber, could not forbear a cheer for the big, red, young gladiator who stood triumphantly over his prostrate body. And when Tom Boscawen himself came to in a few minutes, the half-dazed remark he made to Red O'Shaughnessy, as he held out his hand, was an admiring----