The Redwood gazette., 1910-01-12

mere uld you get your training,
sirY' asked the handler.
MY training repeated Orde, puz-
zled. "Oh, see! I was always pref
" heavy, ana l suppose the work on
the river keeps man in pretty good
shape"
Gerald's langor vanished. .Put ON
the gloves with Murphy" he suggest
ed. ''will you? I'd like to see you two
nc it."
.Surely," agreed Orde good natured-
Nv. I'm not much good at it. but I'D
just as soon try"
Gerald rang bell. and to the boy
who answered he said:
run over to the club and End Mr..
WinslOw, Mr.. Clark and whoever else
il In the smoking room and tell them
from me to come over to the gymnasi-
um. Tell them there's some fun on"
Gerald managed word apart with
the trainer.
"Can you do him. Murphy" he whis-
pered.
"SureE' said the handler. "Them
kinds always as slow as dray horses.
They gets muscle bound"
"Give it to him." said Gerald, "but
don't kill him. He's friend of mine"
! Then he stepped back. the same Joy
In his soul that inspires riverman
when he encounters high banker or
q cowboy as he watches the tenderfoot
about to climb the broncho.
The first round was sharp.
Orde had stood like rock, his feet
planted to the floor, while Murphy
had circled around him, hitting at will
Orde hit back. but without landing
Nevertheless Murphy when questioned
apart did not seem satisfied.
''The mans pig iron," said he. 81
punched him plenty hard enough, and
it didn't seem to jar him."
The gallery at one end of the running
track had by now half filed with In
terested spectators.
.Timep' called Gerald for round 2.
Murphy went in more viciously, aim
ing and measuring his blows accurate
". Orde stood as before, hitting back
at the elusive Murphy. but without
much effect, his feet never stirring.
The handler landed almost at will, but
without apparent damage. He grew
ugly-fnally lost his head.
"Well, II We will have it," he NUT
tered and aimed what was intended as
Knockout blow.
Gerald uttered half cry of warn
ing. Orde's head snapped back; but,
to the surprise of every one, the punch
had no other effect, and a quick ex-
change of infighting sent Murphy
staggering back from the encounter.
The smile disappeared from Orde's
face, and his eye had calmed.
Orde turned back to his antagonist.
The latter advanced once more, his
bullet head sunk between his shoul-
ders, his little eyes twinkling. Like
tiger Orde sprang forward, hitting cut
1ercely. first with one hand, then with
the other. Murphy gave ground, block
ed, ducked, exerted all a ring generals
skill either to stop or avoid the rush
Orde followed him, insistent. Murphy
ducked In and planted a number Of
short arm jabs at close range The
round ended almost Immediately to a
storm Of applause from the galleries.
Il Orde sprang at his adversary in the
third, repeating the headlong rush
with which the previous round had
ended. The young man hammered
away tirelessly. insistently. delivering
a hurricane Of his two handed blows.
pressing relentlessly in as Murphy
shifted and gave ground. his head up.
his eyes steady. The gallery was in
an uprnar. Perspiration stood out all
over Murphy's body. His blows failed
Of their effect. and some Of 0rdes
were lan!ig. At length. bewildered.
he closed IN to straight smuggling, stand
up. give and take.
Orde dropped slightly his right shoul-
der behind his next blow. The glove
crashed STRAIGHT as pile driver
through Murphy's upraised hands to
his face The trainer was hurled
through the air to land doubled up
against the parallel bars. There be
lay quite STILL
When. however Orde perceived that
Murphy was unconscious he ran for
ward to the professionals side.
do you suppose he's killedY' he
gasped.
Hes just knocked out" reassured
one Of the men.
The clubmen crowded about.
you're a wonder, my friend" said
one.
"By Jove, he's hardly breathing fast
after all that rushing" said second.
Later. when the young men were
resting after rundown. the true sig
nifcance Of the affair for Orde came
out. Since the fight Gerald's customa-
ry lassitude was gone. His eye was
bright, and color mounted beneath
the pale olive of his skin. He looked
across at Orde several times. hesitated
and at last decided to speak.
Look here, Orde," said he. IT want
to confess something. When you first
came had lots Of fun about you. You
4 know your clothes aren't quite the