Delorme filled his mouth with water and ejected it in a fine spray over Dam’s head and chest.  He was very proud of this feat, but, though most refreshing, Dam could have preferred that the water had come from a sprayer.

“Seconds out of the ring, Time!” called the referee.

Harberth appeared quite recovered, but he was of a curious colour and seemed tired.

Acting on his second’s advice, Dam gave his whole attention to getting at his opponent’s body again, and overdid it.  As Harberth struck at him with his left, he ducked, and as he was aiming at Harberth’s mark, he was suddenly knocked from day into night, from light into darkness, from life into death....

Years passed and Dam strove to explain that the mainspring had broken and that he had heard it click—­when suddenly a great black drop-curtain rolled up, while some one snapped back some slides that had covered his ears, and had completely deafened him.

Then he saw Harberth and heard the voice of the time-keeper saying:  “five—­six—­seven”.

He scrambled to his knees, “eight” swayed and staggered to his feet, collapsed, rose, “nine” and was knocked down by Harberth.

The time-keeper again stood up and counted, “One—­two—­three”.  But this blow actually helped him.

He lay collecting his strength and wits, breathing deeply and taking nine seconds’ rest.

On the word "nine" he sprang to his feet and as Harberth rushed in, side-stepped, and, as that youth instinctively covered his much-smitten “mark,” Dam drove at his chin and sent him staggering.  As he went after him he saw that Harberth was breathing hard, trembling, and swaying on his feet.  Springing in, he rained short-arm blows until Harberth fell and then he stepped well back.

Harberth sat shaking his head, looking piteous, and, in the middle of the time-keeper’s counting, he arose remarking, “I’ve had enough”—­and walked to his chair.

Bully Harberth was beaten—­and Dam felt that the Snake was farther from him than ever it had been since he could remember.

“De Warrenne wins,” said Cokeson, and then Flaherty of the Sixth stepped into the ring and stopped the fight with much show of wrath and indignation.

Dam was wildly cheered and chaired and thence-forth was as popular and as admired as he had been shunned and despised.

Nor did he have another Snake seizure by day (though countless terrible nightmares in what must be called his sleep) till some time after he had left school.

When he did, it had a most momentous influence upon his career.

She is mine!  She is mine! 
By her soul divine
By her heart’s pure guile
By her lips’ sweet smile
She is mine!  She is mine.

Encapture?  Aye
In dreams as fair
As angel whispers, low and rare,
In thoughts as pure
As childhood’s innocent allure
In hopes as bright
In deeds as white
As altar lilies, bathed in light.