Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1912-12-26
Then one block down, an,

~, /" N'N"h SUI 10 lis record, an
Naiies doggedness in standing by his men.
He pushed through the door into the street-intc
' 'Ssv gripping arms of the gray gentleman in 'h1
"Auten. we got you" he snarled. with a grin. ant
" wor n a stout fist down Joe's collar. Knew yor
bty the clothes. but it was your accent gave YOU away
Now come on easy, and hold up on those bad note
OF yours till the magistrate can hear you"
5uesEa, as N,ggerl This was the last straw. This
Look here" said Joe. between his teeth. and fur
lively sizing up his ,Gaptors build. II told YOU I was
from the arizona. I'll prove il to you next"
"a tout like you can't claim even tubs like them
retorted the man, yanking Joe on. you cant work
that that game in this town You amt in New York.
Joe could stand it no longer. Neither a sheep-hanp-
ing nor a goat-hanging mattered now. The constable
pudgy and he had a double chin. His insult to the fag
filmed a red before Joes eyes, which acclaimed that h.
Joe Terry, was no middleweight for the sake of argi-
ment.
"11l show you who I am, by Cd" he shou,ed
s~wooping his right in a lightning arc that chuggci
NEATLY upon the others jaw.
They fought. 1t was all Joe's battle, so long as ring
rules held Each blow he landed strengthened his dc,
trance of alien law. comforted his fear Of exile in some
lime juicer jail. A crowd began to ring them in. \
sense Of fair play and good humor in the shouting
cheered Joe on. Even at the clinch. the helmeted Tohr
ny-cops seemed to be sports enough to keep their dis
lance.
Joe saw it coming. The man was quite twenty pounds
they locked. Joe got him hv the Adams apple. and they
swaved for a while. his cheeks ballooning. his lividnes5
becoming purple. Wind. he needed wind. and Toe knew
..'' MS POl poSt ISdtI1H Ildt ne StI was getting IT. |
ne now had Joe's right pinioned. and stalled a second
Tor more breath. Joe seized his chance; he braced
Of in one tigerish lunge that landed both ISIS free
His left smacked beef somewhere. Ike a lead pellet on p,
boulder but beef that also welded a leaden tentaclc
between Toe's eyes. as they touched the ground together |
to a roaring from the crowd.
Joe had their decision. Underneath though ne was |
he knew that, from the shiny rills Of red that streakcd
out across the thick cheeks over him. And then the
shouts ceased suddenly Loud talk in a familiar voice
a soutf'e began at one side of the ring, and the next
yrCra-t = t1,a & .tzA t
into it
Joe felt his senses swim and lapse and when he
opened his eyes the crowd was gone and Raile was
lifting him to his feet.
They started walking in silence up the street.
oe I err Its its two hours ps, before our next boat shoves
wat9h What do you say we salute the kangaroos up
penalty ior being overtime. No. "a word about his fist.
work The signals were plai, enough Mum mus,
IRa'le had seen" nothing. If only every officer were
the Sf sir %]1TacT .4i5r ''' @f7f t the 5s9't f,; with feathers. Il. .,5 and
turviness OF Joe's bluejacket world And the orni- |
theTynchuS il vas fTon! his, rocky. pas',-e who croaked
an open-sesame to the burdens OF Toe's soul.
M Railc," he said. 81 belize, t-- women arc a,
thc bottom OF all the trouble in the World
For answer, the Officer took of his -at-to woman
hood. thought Joe-untl he d,- o mass Of soray
paper from the crown OF it II was the Ggide TO sgd
morning" he said. Your names on it. I've read it
t-hrougH-between tn lines" He eyed Joe tell
A they sot of the tram b. the landing an hour late
Joe started on the run for r1e white-topped launch
under the s~tringpiece. There. on top of the very wool
bales, where he had paused yesterday. sat a skirted crea
turc with copper-dust hair.
Your lady friend back there" said Raile- catchine
up, and seating himself in the stern. wants to speak
to YOU. Hadn't you better go back"
Raile' for Gods sake. shove Off