Los Angeles herald., 1907-07-28
CONTINUED FROM LAST SUNDAY
CHAPTER XIV


instructed in the science OF pugli
ism, and he at once knew that MI
opponent understood the business. His Vanl
ty assured him that any one who was no'
proficient in the science could not hit MIN
In the head as Bryan had DONE
lhe professors son, wearing nothing ou'
his shirt, trousers and socks, stood oeIore 10
him In the most approved attitude. Inc 81
"spooney' was no puny opponent, as III Ine
aching head of the burglar fully proved. ne e
blow he had received gave Lon Bl1nker food
for reflection; and as he considered the sltu-
alton his anger moderated. Even If he killed
him in the end the young athlete was capa-
BILE of doing him not little injury.
You are not baby, after all, y said Lon,
as he surveyed his antagonist from head to
foot, and saw that he was exceedingly well
built, and was as tough as an Indian brave.
Il have not claimed to be a baby an
swered Bryan, coolly; but he thought this
talk was intended to throw him off his guard.
Il don't want to kill or even hurt you,
-youngster, but you are standing before
desperate man," continued Lon.
We are agreed, so far, for l don't want
to Kill or hurt you. | ought to tell you that
| have loaded revolver in my pocket and
| am in the habit of hitting the bulfs-eye
in the centre replied Bryan, rather boast
fully for him; but his father had had pistol
gallery in connection with his gymnasium,
and the son had practiced great deal in it.
"Al right. / understand you. You have
been well trained for pious boy. If you
please, we won't use the revolver" said Lon.
Il certainly shall not use mine unless L am
compelled to do so in order to save my own
life" assured Bryan.
'Then. it is understood that we shall fight
it out with our fists, is it," asked Lon with
are wasting precious time. Have you seen
MorEI mean the man that was with me-"
II like to be civil, but l must refuse to an
swer that question" replied Bryan, firmly. :.
THAT means that you have seen him.
said the burglar, beginning to wax wrothy
again as he realized that his antagonist was
disposed to be very intractable.
II have nothing to say about him."
"He disappeared a little while ago, and |
am satisfied that you know something about
him. You must have had hand in getting
him out of the way. Have you killed him?"
demanded Lon, sternly
"I haven't anything to say" persisted
Bryan. .. -,
thing to say! You will tell me " what has
become of Morl or there will not be whole
bone in your body within three minutes of
now!' stormed the burglar, as he advanced
toward his antagonist.
Bryan stood firm and made no reply He |
saw that the anger of the burglar was in his
own favor. He was cool, as he had been
schooled to be on such occasions. He felt
that Lon Blinker was more than match for
him, for he had mans strength and under
rascal did not demonstrate with his revolver,
but perhaps the fact that he had one himself |
deferred him from doing SO.
Lon rushed at him in the attitude of
pugilist, with both fists clenched and held up
before him. The sparring began at once and |
possibly the burglar desired to exhibit his
skill in the science. There was very lively
work for about thirty seconds, and both |
were hit several times.
One was furious and the other was as cool
as the inside of patent ice-chest The more
Lon struggled the greater the advantage he |
gave his antagonist.
Bryan watched for his opportunity, and
while he was parrying reckless hit of his |
singing blow with his right fist on the ear
of Lon.
It was an awful blow for boy not vet six. |
teen to give, and his opponent staggered un- |
der it, though he was not knocked out" He
was painting with rage and the violence of his |
exertions, and he. needed a rest, with the
friendly offices Of the spongers and other
attendants. Lon did not rush forward again
but seemed to be trying to rally his pow
ers.
The professors son did not care straw
for the rules of the Marquis of Queensbury |
on the present occasion. He had not wasted
any of his strnegth or pluck in blowing up |
his anger, and he was not disposed to allow /
the enemy to recover from the punishment
he had already received
Instead of waiting for the burglars on |
slaught, Bryan. became the aggressor. He
rushed in good order upon his antagonist;
prevented him. from defending himself with
vigor The blow in the ear had partially
stunned him, and he was rather wild in his
But he succeeded in hitting
Bryan two smart blows in the face.
utee and the heavy breathing of Ion mioht |