Manager Harris leaned over and informed the newspaper men that McGovern bad a badly Injured thumb, the result of a boxing bout in Philadelphia. After considerable talk It was announced that McGovern wanted to battle under straight Marquis of Queensberry rules; that Santry had insisted' on a "clean break." and that they had finally compromised on battling under straight Queensberry rules, with the provision that the decision should be a draw in case both men were on their at the end of the six rounds. This decision displeased a great part of the crowd, which showed It by hissing. McGovern's Interrogation Point. Finally all preliminaries were settled and the gong sounded the start of battle. As the men faced each other It was seen Santry had an advantage in height, which was emphasised by his fighting attitude, standing almost straight, while his adversary crouched and bent his head down until his chin nearly touched his breast. In fact the Brooklyn man's upper body formed a sort of interrogation point—one that fighters of all sorts have found It hard to answer. For a few moments at the start of the battle there were murmurs of discontent. The boys were engaged in a weird exhibition of feinting, each making his arms move like piston rode. Then, when they got closer and began to land, blows McGovern's attitude was so peculiar that many thought he was not "trying." He paid no attention whatever to Santry's head, but kept landing swift short little punches on the body that, to the uninitiated, seemed harmless. "Fake!" “fake!" was the shout, but the boys paid no attention to it, They bad other matters on hand. They gradually warmed to their work; the elbows drew back further, the big gloves shot In with a whack, the clinching began. Then of a sudden Santry tottered and fell, the result apparently of a long, swinging blow that just managed to reach the jaw. This was greeted with a joyous shout and the malcontents were silenced. From this on there was no letup until the end of the round, and still another knockdown came during a mixup near the ropes, so that when the bell finally rang for the end of the first round all thoughts of a possible hippodrome were dissipated, and as the men walked to their corners the great throng broke into a whirr of excited comment that resounded through the building until it suggested the notes of a Niagara or the uproar that is made by the machinery of a giant electric plant. Fight by Rounds FIRST ROUND—Santry was the first to enter the ring, climbing through the ropes at 10:20 o'clock. He was given a rousing cheer, but McGovern, who followed two minutes later, was compelled to bow in response to the shouts that greeted him. When McGovern and Santry bad divested themselves of their sweaters and trousers it was seen the Brooklynite wore white trunks, surmounted by a green belt, decorated with shamrocks. Santry was attired in tight-fitting flesh colored trunks, topped off by a belt of plain green. At the sound of the gong both began to fiddle fast, and Santry showed signs of being a trifle at sea, as he left two good openings which McGovern did not utilize. McGovern was the first to land, jolting his right to the wind. McGovern kept coming, and sent both right and left to the body. Santry's nervousness soon wore off, and the next essay by McGovern led to a hot mixup which put the crowd on tiptoe. Santry sent a straight left to the face and came to a clinch. McGovern, whose attack seemed to be for the body, sent a left to the wind< and followed with another in the same place. Santry countered well on the body. McGovern hooked his left to the jaw, and Santry went down, but was up again at the count of four. McGovern forced the pace after this, and Santry had none the worse of the rapid exchange. In a clinch Santry was wrestled to his knees. They came together and mixed matters hard. Santry got in a stiff left on the stomach. Once again they Indulged in a fast exchange of hooks, and Santry was forced to bis knee again. The bell rang as soon as he went down. SECOND ROUND-This opened with some clever blocking on Santry's part, followed by a clinch. McGovern kept his ever-busy fiats playing on the ribs and stomach, and occasionally by uppercutting his left to the chin. He did not use his right as hard as usual, seeming anxious to save his damaged thumb. Santry, meanwhile, was not idle, and was sending just as many as be received. Santry sent a right to the body. and then they mixed hard. Both swung rights on the Jaw, and the crowd wondered why one of them did not drop. Santry jabbed a stiff left to the nose, but McGovern did not seem to mind it. McGovern then, for a few seconds, seemed to just hold his head out tor Santry to punch at. This the local man did, and then followed another brisk mixup. It seemed impossible that both could go the pace. McGovern hooked a left to the head and followed with another to the ear. Following a clinch McGovern uppercut his right to the wind. They stowed down somewhat until the gong sounded. THIRD ROUND—Santry opened well, scoring s stiff left on his opponent’s nose. He cleverly blocked a vicious left swing, and when McGovern tried to rush him stood and fought him hard until both were glad to rest for an instant. Santry hooked his right to the head, but McGovern came back with one fully as good on the same spot. McGovern made good use of his uppercuts in the clinches, and in this respect outfought Santry. Another small fistic storm ended by Santry going to the floor, though it was hard to tell just what blow felled him. He was not groggy, but wisely took a nine count. Santry drove his right hard and straight, and McGovern was forced back by the impact. The rest of the round was made up of mixups and short range fighting. Santry was forced against the south ropes, but rallied gamely and fought himself clear. McGovern smiled at the end of the round. FOURTH ROUND—After the first exchange both men slowed down and indulged in a little sparring for wind. For the first minute the work was light, and a few hisses were heard. Whether these had any effect on McGovern he swung his right to the jaw for a clean knock down, and the few puny hisses were drowned in a roar of applause. Santry fell hard, but after taking a count of nine, got up in good shape. The fact that he did so after getting such a hard blow again caused some hisses. Again McGovern sent his right to the Jaw and once again Santry took the count. FIFTH ROUND—Santry made a game fight in the opening stages of the fifth round, and though he sent home many punches none was strong enough to stop the irrepressible McGovern. Nearing the middle of the round the work grew fiercer. Santry was forced back, but would not break ground. McGovern hooked his left to the jaw and followed with a right an instant later. Santry went down for eight seconds amid great uproar. He was by no means finished when be arose, McGovern kept coming, and finally a right on the jaw, followed by a left uppercut on the chin, sent Santry to the mat hard. Siler tolled off the seconds and Santry was still resting on his knee at the count of ten. He looked as though he would like to continue, but was dazed and when taken to his, corner took some time to recover. Frank Kennedy was official timekeeper. Talks with the Principals. McGovern said after the content: "The battle was not as hard aa my contest with Dixon. After the first two rounds I realised that I had my man beaten, and it was only a matter of a few rounds. Santry landed on me a number of times, but with one exception the blows did not bother me. He caught me one heart blow that hurt considerably, but apart from that I was not worried at any stage. Sam Harris my manager, had considerable money bet that Santry would not last the limit and I had to win it for him If I could.” Santry said he found McGovern a harder hitter and a much stronger man than he expected. He did not wish to make any excuses, but said he was not feeling as well as usual. “I did not feel strong when I went into the ring,” he declared. Late last night it was said McGovern had agreed to meet Santry in another bout in a short time.