"Genevieve saw his muscles relax while he was yet in the air and she heard the thud of his head on the canvas. The noise of the yelling house died suddenly. The referee stooping over the inert body was counting the seconds. Ponta tottered and fell to his knees. He struggled to his feet swaying back and forth as he tried to sweep the audience with his hatred. His legs were trembling and bending under him; he was choking and sobbing fighting to breathe. He reeled backward and saved himself from falling by a blind clutching for the ropes. He clung there drooping and bending and giving in all his body his head upon his chest until the referee counted the fatal tenth second and pointed to him in token that he had won.

He received no applause and he squirmed through the ropes snakelike into the arms of his seconds who helped him to the floor and supported him down the aisle into the crowd. Joe remained where he had fallen. His seconds carried him into his corner and placed him on the stool. Men began climbing into the ring curious to see but were roughly shoved out by the policemen who were already there."