When the man crawled through the
ropes at Coney, Corbett's suberb phys
ical trim astonished everyone, includ
ing Brady and Jeffries. He looked to
be the same lithe, young stripling
who beat the mighty Sullivan to the
damp New Orleans sand eight years
previous. Everyone remembers the
fight, how the rejuvenated Corbett
danced all around big Jeff and jabbed
him practically at will. Brady had
$7,500 wagered on Jeff to w-in and
as the rounds sped by and Corbett
still continued to beat the Big Fel
low without trouble Brady began to
get exceedingly anxious. At the end
of the tenth round corbett pulled
himself together and ripped one to
Jeffries' jaw which shook the giant
Californian's entire frame. As he
walked to his corner Corbett winked
at Brady and chortled: "Sorry, Billy,
but business is business, you know!"
Up to the twentieth Corbett was
still away in the lead although he
had tired perceptibly. If it lasted the
twenty-five the decision would surely
go to Corbett. Brady hopped into
Jeffries corner and screamed, "You'll
have to fight harder Jeff. Shut your
eyes and hit him. Can't you see he's
stalling you?" Jeff followed Brady's
advice and in the twenty-third put
Corbett down and out.
The first one to part the ropes and
prop Corbett's limp form on all ffcmrs
was Brady. Corbett's faculties re
turned as Brady and a handler as
sisted the vanquished boxer to his
stool. Jim recognised his former man
ager and his eyes filled.
"Sorry Jim, but business is busi
ness you know! said Brady.
