The San Francisco call., 1908-05-31

of crooked work to down YOU
Guess it was an accident, gasped
Tib. rubbing the pit of his stomach.
What was that hook the Spider used?'
Il told him. and the third round
opened with my patron receiving
present on the side of his jaw that
quickly puffed up 10 the size of a
South African diamond, but in the
rush that followed he worked the
hook and the funny part of it was he
thought it 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
outlandfsh 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 no more humane to have struck
Chuck with a spike maui. He rolled
and writhed in agony in his corner
trying TO corral his wind, and Tib.
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 Tib, despite the fact that
Chuck was now up and doing, with q
heart TO make him look like a minced
ham. would not yank rudeiy away. As
result they clinched and Tib got
stinger on the side that nearly laid
him low. | called time repeatedly. but
the chief was thoroughly infiamed 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 instinctively
telling him that the two men weren't
acting polite, and he sent up a shrill
howl you could hear even above the
cultural clamor of the onlookers.
when Tib heard this quivering pine
he struggled like a madman, and gave
Chuck the edge of his hand on the
bridge of his nose. 1t was one of those
rasping. irritating moves that bring
tears and the double crosser had to
back up.
m almost too old for this game.
growled Tib, 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.
In the next six rounds he uppercut
his man twice. laying open both fat
lips, and then smashed in one between
the eyes that you could have heard~re-
echo over in Greenland. The chief let
out below and began fighting like
an octopus. kicking. biting and
scratching. with Tib doing nothing but
trying to keep clear.
Break away l yelled, trying to
dive between them with outstretched
arms. quite like Spike McDougall in
the pictures. But it was nearly two
minutes before / could get them apart
He'll never fight square again, Ia
mented Tib. tenderly feeling eight
inches from his head i'm an effort to
locate his ear. My heart sank as l
counted his bruises and | could nave
wept for the jolts he had received.
Then my hand hit against the small
hammer head in my side pocket, ana.
inspired. / whispered. passing IL over
with wizard skill: Nail him. lt Just
fits the grasp.
- hate to be so low and ornery
even in this kind of mill he re-
monstrated. palming IL with all MS old
time parlor magic grace
Remember the tow head, | urged.
..t,imme IT,. he growled. forgetting
he had already made it disappear.
chief Chunk now lunged forward.
not waiting for the word His eyes
were bloodshot and soapsuds hecked
hts mouth. could see he had dis
carded all frills and fancies and meant
lust plain. ugly business. In second
they were a revolving wheel of legs
and arms.
:. SOAK himr l howled. dancing up
and down, and suddenly the bunch flew
into two pieces. and each piece finally
oufeted down and resolved itself into
4 man. Tib was the man standing.
az feel kind of cheap. he grinned,
feebly
But. dear. dear. if you only could
have seen Chuck.s He sat perfectly