Evening star., 1909-06-06

this into court. What good would your
measly damage money do me-? An I'm
not goin' to tell Your friends o. II with
the hope they'd turn you out of s,ciety.
I'm gon' to punish you the only way a
rotten trick like that can be punished.
The only way a skunk like you could be
made to smart.
What do you mean" asked Blacarda.
a shadow of uneasiness showing through
his rage.
Il mean I've come here to give you the
biggest thrashin you ever got. An now s
the time l begin
Blacarda, at the slow forward motion
of Caleb'S body. sprang furiously at the
Fighter He was a strong man; large and
well built. But he might as we'll have
tried to stop the rush of charging
bull elephant as to block Caleb's attack.
Not even taking the pains to guard the
heavy left-handers that B,acarda drove
| full into the face, Conover was upon his
| foe.
Backward across the room Caleb drove
the other with a lightning succession OF
short arm blows that battered down Bla-
carda's guard and smashed with fearful
force upon his head and body. To escape
the merciess hail of fists, Blacarda duck
ed and clinched.
Conover shook him off though his
antagonist had been a child, and ran
in again to the assault. One right hand
blow crashed into Blacarda's face and
hurled him backward against the wall.
AS he rebounded forward from sheer
shock of the double impact Conover 5
left fist caught him flush on the jaw and
he collapsed senseleSs to the floor
Conover was AT the unconsc Gus body
before it had fairly touched ground. he
beat with insane rage upon the upturned.
defenseless face. hammering it to pulp;
growing and whining all the time be
tween his hard-set teeth like some rabid
jungle beast worrying its meat.
Caine flung open the door and ran
,I,1 ahx-i in oil mr.
saving Blacardas life. Taking in the
scene at a glance, he launched himself
upon the growing, mauling victor. with
all his wry strength, he sought to drag
ConoVer away from the SenSeleSS man.
But his utmost muscular power was as
| nothing to that of the giant who was still
wreaking brute vengeance on the inert
mass beneath him.
At length, employing wrestling de-
vice, Caine managed to drag the unpre-
Pared Fighter backward. from behind, !,
and by sudden wrench to throw him to
one side. Still keeping behind Conover
I'out of reach of the hammer-fsts, the
slighter man succeeded in pinning Ca
leb's arms by slipping his own hands and
wrists between the others elbows and
his body. Trussed up, helpless as he
was Caleb Writhed and snarled like a
leashed bulldog. In another moment he
would have wrenched himself free by dint
of main force, had not Gaines voice II
last penetrated the red wrath-mists Of his
brain.
"Conover," his friend was shouting. for
the tenth time, ii YOU kill him, Miss
Shevin's name will be brought into the
affair, Can't you see that? If
Conover's iron-tense muscles relaxed.
The orgasm of BerSerk rage had passed,
leaving him spent and apathetic. Caine
knew that sanity had returned to the
Fighter, and he released his grip on the
mighty arms.
Well he observed. facing the daZed,
painting man. and setting 10 rights his
own tumbled clothing. you are a nice
specimen of humanity to have at large in
a civilized country. You might have
killed HIM You would have killed him,
believe. If / hadn't come when | did
| get to thinking over what you said at
the state house and I afraid some
thing like this would happen. SO l came
On. Just in time, | think.
Cane. he spoke. had knolt beside the
battered bleeding thing on the floor. Now
he crossed to the washstand and came
back with a soaked towel. Talking as he
worked over the unconscious figure, he
added
You were right to thrash him. He
richly deserved il. But why the deuce
did you keep on pummeling him while he
was down? Does that strike you as
sportsmanlike?'
'-Sportsma painted Conover. his
big voice still shaking with ground-swells
of the storm that had mastered him.
''Sportsmanlke. hey? Dye spose | came
here for a measly athletic contest? l
came here to lick that curly, perfumed
whelp. An I did it.
syered Caine, crossing again from the
washstand and dashing cold water in
Blacarda's shapeless face. And
(To be continued tomorrow