The Yale expositor., 1908-03-06

smiled on the gurgling, Growing gate
receipts, he adopted a crouching style
and got lib over the left eye and
below the belt before | could sound
the gong
The last drive hurt my man like
sin, and | was mad clean through at
such rank play. BY rights he had lost
the joust by fouling. Waiting over
to him | told him to eliminate that
kind of dirty work or I'd give the de-
cision to his opponent, but he grinned
sardonically and. splitting out tooth,
made playful lunge at my chin.
Look out, old chap! | warned,
scuttling back to my painting non
pareil. He's so mad he'll do all kinds
OF crooked work to down you
"Guess 1t was an accident, gasped
Tib, rubbing the pit OF his stomach.
What was that hook the Spider used?'
II told him, and the third round
opened with my patron receiving a
present on the side Of his jaw that
quickly pulled up to the size OF
rush that followed he worked the
hook, and the funny part Of 1t was he
thought II was on the level. He had
ducked under Chuck's crouching
guard and had sent raking right
from jaw to ear, and then, in some
outlandish way | never understood. he
gave the Seal river belt-holder the
point of his sturdy elbow just under
the ear. Really. SIR it would have
been more humane to have struck
Chuck with spike-maul. He rolled
and writhed in agony in his corner
trying to corral his wind, and lib,
throwing out his painting chest, ig-
nored his opportunity to finish the
brute, and instead walked in his cocky
gait to the ropes and reached out a
trembling hand and patted the kids
white hair.
THAT moment OF tenderness was
near his undoing. For the youngster
grabbed his crimsoned fingers with
all his tiny strength and wouldn't let
go. And lib, despite the fact Chuck
was now up and doing, with heart to
make him look like a minced ham,
would not yank rudely away. AS a
result they clinched, and lib got a
singer on the side that nearly laid
him low. l called time repeatedly,
but the chief was thoroughly infamed
now, because of the elbow hook, and
would not break so long as he thought
he was winning. Then the kid took
fright, his foolish baby mind instinc-
lively telling him the two men weren't
acting polite, and he sent up a shrill
howl you could hear even above the
cultural clamor Of the on-lookers.
when lib heard this quivering
pipe he struggled like a mailman, and
gave Chuck the edge of his hand on
the bridge of his nose. II was one of
those rasping, irritating moves that
had to back up.
"I'm almost too old for this game,
growled lib, his breath coming in
sobs. And that rogue acts more un-
wholesome every round. But wait, I'll
teach him who's holding big casino
III the next SIX TOuHuS ne upper
cut his man twice. laying open both
fat lips, and then smashed in one be-
tween the eyes that you could have
heard reecho over in Greenland. The
chief let out a below and began fight
ing like an octopus, kicking, biting,
and scratching, with lib doing moth
ing but trying to keep clear.
Break away!' / yelled, trying to
dive between them with out-stretched
arms, quite like Spike McDougall in
the pictures. But IL was nearly two
minutes before could get them apart.
Hell never fight square again. la
mented lib. tenderly feeling eight
inches from his head in an effort to
locate his ear. My heart sank as
counted his bruises, and could have
wept for the jolts he had received.
Then my hand lift against the small
hammer-head in my eide pocket, and,
inspired, whispered. passing It over
with wizard skill: Nail him. It just
fits the grasp