Arizona republican., 1911-11-18


 in charge responded Walker cheerily; you remember him as a boy, don't you? Always runnin' around with Maggie Maher-the one what got hurt this afternoon, and that married Dan Myles. It's a cinch he won't interfere if Griffinson knocks Dams head off"
 So it came about that the next even ing Sergeant Flynn was in full charge of the squad assigned to the True Blue Athletic Club, and had received in 5tructions as to how he should act. Following his notification by the lieu tenant, he had appeared in the police board room and been welcomed by MT. Walker
 We don't want no brutality, and the articles say if there's police inter- ference the bouts to be called a draw" Walker had said; but we want to give our patrons a run for their money Don't go spoilin' the show by lettin' the crowds hollerin' move you. Some boxers is always claimin' a foul; this Myles is always doin' it. But we'll leave 1t to your judgment Give the patrons a run sos not to hurt the box office next time"
 Flynn had paid little attention to his orders at the time, but, although salut- ing respectfully, he had walked out of the office with silent contempt for the farce. He knew as we'll as Walker what he was expected to do at the tght-to let it go its length.
 Before going to the club Flynn had called up the hospital and asked for news about Maggie. What he heard made him shake his head in depres- sion. She could hardly last through the night, was the answer.
 An her husband won't put of the scrap even now." he had reflected as he rang off on the telephone and started for the club.
 Now, in spite of the bustling scene before him, his thoughts kept going back to that silent ward in the hos pital, the vision at times plotting out the big coliseum before him, into which the crowd was already pouring. In the center, raised some five feet above the floor, was the canvas-covered white-roped ring. Around it's four sides sat the newspaper writers and their telegraph operators, the latter rapidly sending out the early matter about prominent arrivals at the ringside. At each division of seats, all around the big square of the arena, were uni formed police, in Flynn's charge.
 The first preliminary bout was fast and a hard one. But over the enthu- siastic yellings of the crowd, through the reek of smoke, Flynn kept hearing a wistful and beseeching voice, kept seeing wan face, whose eyes burned into his. And although the second preliminary was equally good and the semi-windup furnished vigorous con test, it was not until this last was ended that he shook himself together and commenced 10 prowl about the building. With the approach of the main battle, the hum of the crowd deepened to a steady roar, and Flynn shouldered his way along the now crowded aisles toward the ringside. Through the mass of people worked the boys representing local poolroom, the odds which they shouted showing that Myles was a strong favorite.
 Forcing their way through the throng came the seconds of Griffinson, towels slung around their necks and buckets and bottles in their hands. Tn their midst walked their principal, nod ding here and there as louder out burst of applause struck his ear. This applause swelled to a mighty shout as he entered the ring, clad in a long bath-robe, and walked about the ropes, smilingly acknowledging his reception. Then a still louder crash of applause SHON GU ludI MI itS dS NOuIluS, anu his party could be seen in the crowd approaching the ring from a corner opposite to that taken by Griffinson.
 Throwing back the bath-robes from their shoulders, the principals strode to the center of the ring. at a sign from the referee, for the consultation over the rules which precedes a bout. Flynn, watching both with the eye of an expert, noted at once that Griffin. son was in far the better trim Both were we'll muscled and superbly devel oped, Myles's massive shoulders mak. ing him seem heavier than. his taller opponent. But there was brightness in Grifinson's expression and ruddy tinge to his skin which contrasted with the rather fishy gleam in Myles's eyes and the puffy appearance of his face.
 Meanwhile Messieurs Walker an6 Grannon, who occupied prominent seats in a box, had turned to each other for a word of reorganization.
 "Billy's ready to do the trick" whis pered Walker with satisfaction; but maybe it won't be needed. Look al Myles. He's been boozin' too long,"
 The group in the center scattered