But he was good enough to do all manner of things to dozens of fairly good men in the rank and file of the middleweight army.
And he knocked out the second middleweight, and the third middleweight.
He looked like Pollyanna, after eight or ten shots at the middleweight title.
Montoya was built like a middleweight fighter, and his white uniform was spotless.
The middleweight thought that it was a joke on him, and was careful not to hit hard.
An instant and perfect liking sprang up between Jeff and his middleweight master.
But one day down in the gymnasium, the boxing coach put him in the ring with a middleweight for some practice.
So the coach, seeing that he had struck gold, entered Jimmie in the match with Stanford, but in the middleweight class.