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match2H Bobbie demanded.


match7p Bobbie demanded.
Maybe not" said Tommy. "And
to make sure 1t will be fun for the
gents let's have the scrap as near like
the real thing as we can make it
What do you say?"
"You mean while It lasts?" laughed
Jack Rankin.
Sure" replied Tommy.
Very WELL" said Bobbie with an
amused CLEAN in his eye. 1T goes.
Whereat there was much applause
from the loungers.
Tommy had the boys togs in little
bundle and in few minutes the lad
shambled into the improvised arena
looking woefully thin and unsteady.
Bobbie was there before him. erect
smiling, confident. And then the bout
commenced.
1t was good boxing, very good box
ing. Acting entirely on the defenJlve
the boy met the onslaughts of the con
fident Bobbie in a clever way-and
presently realized that while the
young aristocrat was quick and skillful
and tricky, there wasn't enough force
to his blows to make them dangerous
"a failing common to amateurs.
"Time," cried Tommy White.
Good boy" said Bobbie as they
separated.
The second round was brisk and a
little more earnest, with Bobbie some
what serious and the boy less timid
And then, quite Unexpectedly, the
boys left shot out and 'Bobbie went
| over for a clean knockdown lie was
up again in a moment hot and angry
And just a little later he was knocked
down again. The shambling boy with
his head down and his hands well ad
vanced had suddenly bored through
his defense and humbled him for the
second time. There was silence
among the lounging guests as Bobbie
scrambled to his feet.
"Time" cried Tommy White.
The boy looked toward Tommy, ant
suddenly took a step forward and
waved his hand.
Men," he said in a quick sharI
tcne, 81 came up here to warm up in 6
little friendly bout, see. Me friend here
said dere was something good wild dc
| gloves for me to take on. Where is it?'
He glared around with bitterly sar
castle expression on his hard, young
face. "Ain't you got no real boxers?
| he demanded.
Bobbie, very pale, but still the gen
tleman, advanced step.
Hold on, my young friend" he said
"You are little hasty. You haven
got through with me yet"
The boy looked at him with a sneer
ing air.
"Ill tell you what I'll do wit you,
he said. 'I'll put up a gentleman's
agreement between us. You've NJ
call to consider yourself boxer i
l knock you out in this round viii
you agree to quit de game?'
Yes, yes" snapped Bobbie.
"Quit all this monkey show" and HI
waved his arm about dlsdainfully
| anu get uOWH u SOHelulu uSSlul dI
worth while!"
Bobbie's face was very white.
"Ill quit the whole thing If yor
knock me out" he snarled betweer
| his teeth.
you hear, gentlemen" said tht
boy.
And then they went at it, hammer
and tongs. Bobbie stood for a hurri
cane of cruel jabs and jolts ant
swings from those flying arms, bu
1t all ended with his limp form
stretched on the mat and Tomm!
White standing over him slowl!
counting.
When Bobbie came to himself
with little groan-he was supported
in chair by Tommy White and thu
boy was looking down at him.
"The promise goes?" said the boy
"The promise goes" family re
peated Bobbie. A spasm of DISCUS
crossed his battered face. "To thinl
should be knocked out by a boy" HI
half sobbed.
The boy suddenly smiled.
"You needn't feel so bad abou
that" he said. "Pm Clinker Cole
man, the lightweight champion"