The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1896-05-31

them down while the other flapped a towel In
hanging down and legs extended. tried TO draw
all the air they could Into their lungs In the
brief, space allowed them.
cried Craven. trlumphantlv. DID ever you
witness anything more masterly2" ,-
John. shaking. his head, What odds arc you
giving on Berks.. LORD Seller"
~ take you twice in hundreds
c,s Here's Sir John Lade hedging !, cried my un'
srrang forward 10 the mark again.
This round was q good deal shorter than that
IDENTIFY. were 10 close Mt any cost. and SO. make
Use OF his extra weight. and strength before
have time to tell. On the other hand jim,
after his experience In the last round, was less
KIM Siirpo at arms T% @H lonst 9ny K KFS9i led %' AZ Rsrks % h ssSp
as Ss,v me came 2 ssv Srsh Ing IN H. and missed him mhi re,
LETT tho imprint Of "2 four o angry IN k r%tHFh, above Sbove
his ribs. As they closed, Jim caught his oppo.
ne1t's bullet head under his arm for an instant
and tho two fell painting side by side upon The
over TO his corner. while Berks, distressed by
his evenings dissipation. leaned one arm upon
Mendoza and the other upon Dutch Sam. as he
.rBIellGw; to mend, 7. cried J!em Bclcher.
"W.hsrs's the four to one nGwI"
box" said Mendoza. we mean to make a
night Of IT." ,u
my boy wins it,
Two pound four and three pence cried
Harrison; counting out all his worldly wealth.
Time" said Jackson once more. ,...
Jim as full Of s%prightly confidence as ever, and
Berks with a doggcd grin upon his bulldog
which was OF use TO him. His half minute had
not enabled him to recover his breath. and his
quick. loud painting. like a spent hound. SEQ
RSlchSr. Get your wind. Joe: get your
versai Of tactics, for it was Jim who went in
to hit with all the yigor Of his young strength
for the many injuries Which he had done her.
in his attempts to get his breath. while. with
his long left arm extended and his right thrown
a ssGS Il be b t.i S6ub 5S ' s5tSSo n'mself ! tTSm tH %b at,
he hts cried MENDOZA, drop and have a
But there was no shyness or stiffness about
Berks's fighting; He. was always a gallant
ruaian, who disdained 70 go down before an
him. He propped Jim Off with his long arm.
and though the lad .sprang lightly, round him.
looking for an opening. he was held of as If a
Every instant now was In favor Of Berks, and
already his breathing was easier and the blush
away from him. and he came back again and
being able 10 get. past the passive defence OF
the trained fighting man. 1t was ut such a
n For Inn that ,w r'n mssi.rs was va i hS wsEs 1T ana nis lbm nek.
Get your left on his mark. boy they shouted.
Then go to his head with the right. mutt,
curved from his breastbone. The force of the
served It's purpose Of bringing forward, his
head. Spank. went the right with the clear.
f getSer sound and 81 Ber rMo r etlIsard f1 SaI;s u G,a R's arms as.
spun round. and fell in a huge. feshy heap
upon the floor. His seconds were on him in.
ton, his head rolling helplessly, from one
shoulder to the other, and finally topping
ing. Dutch sam thrust the brandy bladder
between his teeth. while Mendoza shook him
sayasely. and howled insults in his car. but
break into that serene TRANQUILITY. Time was
hsly called; ss and l., The Jews mon Sc hing t ,hi' bt the
his huge arms and legs a-sprawi. while the
to shake the hand Of his conqueror
For my part, I tried also to pass through the
smallest and weakest men in the room. On
all sides of me heard a brisk. discussion
from ann, nmHt sns 81 Sr hIs pT nrosnaSt of 'tm's per-
He's the best bit. OF new stuff that I've seen
since Jim Belcher fought his first fight with
years ago last April said Berkeley Craven.
You'll see him with the belt round his waist
before he's five and twenty. or | am no judge
n man."
cool 800" grpmb!ed Sir John Lnds; IWho'd!
nay" avon sn" ali tha ae vas SAID spr ano 3 t hpun's"Hifn am n'e eonii.
dent that If Joe Berks had beer sober he would
have s sntsp The a'% Other Re w 5 the hnve lad burst %as in i. irs, an
overdone potato IL he we're hit, / never saws
man so soft. or with his wind in such n c,ondi.
TO q hen on the bruiser."
being carried on around me. In the midst
1t the prince took his departure. which was
tSf m s'snn fo r0f the ,hs sd srea'f IN P thIs G way shf I ! Sns sSis
at last to reach the corner where Jim had Just
finished y his dressing: ws ,,,H Ghh,Hmpion NH Har RI:
IN four ronnds?". ls k kspt T;s E in :
il took sem Belcher fourteen
Well; R9ddy:" cried Jim; holding our his
don and make nv name known"
1T was splendid. Jim"
staring at me from the corner. You are not
hanged hanged for all your grand clothes and your
ut is You Who are changed. JIM" said 7.
Nor l." cried the smith. Where got you
was not your aunt. that helped you to the first
step toward the prize ring" ~
friend I ever had"
-. "Humph. Thought as much,' erumbled
he smith. "Well. II Is no doing of mine.
lin. and you must bear witness to that when
We 90 home again. ! don't know what but
here. It is done. and 1t can't be helped, After
al he's-the devil take my clumsy tOngue!'
] could not tell whether II was the wine he
lad taken at supper or the excitement of BOY
victory which was affecting Champion
Harrison. but his usually placid face wore a most
disturbed expression. and his manner seemed
% betray an alienation OF exultation and, en-
Jim looked turiously at him,
wondering evidently what II was that lay Oe-
lind these abrupt sentences and sudden 81
ences. The coach house had In the mean
while been cleared. herks with many curses
had staggered at last IN his feet and had gone
m in the company OF two other bruisers. while
lem Belcher alone remained chatting very
with my uncle.
Very good. Belcher," I heard my uncle say.
1T would be "A real pleasure To me to do II.
'ir. ~ said the famous prize fighter. as the two
walked toward US.
II wished to ask you. Jim Harrison. whether
'ou would undertake to no my champion In
he fight aga INST Crab Wilson of Gloucester"
my uncle.
THAT IL what l want, Sir Charles to have
/ chance Of fighting my way upward"
There are heavy. stakes upon the event
yarv heavy stakeS.h said my uncle. lyon