Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1893-1920, 1914-04-25

"I made man o. him! I made mar
o. him, with the two fists of him. an
the outstanding legs of him. an the
straight seem eyes. And ! know the
game In my head. an I've kept nj
with the times and the modern
changes. The crouch?
Sure. he knows all the styles an
economies He never moves two inches
when an inch and half will do the
turn. And when he wants he can
spring like n buck kangaroo might
in? WHIT till you see. Better than his
outfightin'. and he could sure n spar
red with Peter Jackson an outfooted
| Corbett in his best I tell you. I've
tnught m II all. to the last trick. and
he's improved on the teachin. Hes
a fair genius at the game.
AN he's had plenty OF husky noun
tain men TO try out on. l gave him
the fancy work and they gave him the
sluggin'. Nothing shy or delicate about
1 them. Roarin' bulls an big grizzly
bears, that's what they are. when 1t
! comes to huggin' in clinch or swing.
| in roughlike In the rushes. An he
| plays with 'em. Man, dye hear me?
! He plays with them. like you an me
would play with little puppy dogs"
Another time Stubener awoke, to
hear the old man mumbling:
IT'S the funny think he don't take
! fghtin' seriously. It's that easy to
him he thinks it play. But wait till
| he's tapped swift one. That's all
wait An you'll see m throw on the
juice in that cold storage plant of his
an turn loose the prettiest scientific
wallopin' that ever you laid eyes on.
In the shivery gray of mountain
dawn Stubener was routed from his
blankets by old Pat.
Hes comm up the trail now" was
the hoarse whisper. "Out with We an
take your first peep at the biggest
fghtin' man the ring has ever seen. or
will ever see in a thousand years
again"
The manager peered through the
open door. rubbing the sleep from his
heavy eyes. and saw young giant
walk into the clearing. In one hand
was q rife. across his shoulders a
heavy deer, under which he moved as
If it were weightless.
He was dressed roughly In blue over
ais and wooden shirt. open at the
throat. Coat he had none. and on his
sins Stubener noted that his walk
was smooth and catlike. without sug
gestion of his 90 pounds of weight to
which that of the deer was added.
The fight manager was impressed
from the first glimpse. Formidable
the young fellow certainly was. but
the manager sensed the straugeness
and unusualness of him He was a
new type. something different from the
run OF fighters.
He seemed a creature of the wild.
more a night roaming figure from
some old fairy story or folk tale than
a twentieth century youth.
A thing Stubener quickly discovered
was that young Pat was not much of
taIker. He acknowledged old Pats in
PRODUCTION with a grip OF the hand. but
without speech. and silently set to
work at building the fire and getting
breakfast
To his fathers direct questions be
answered in monosyllahles. ms. for in
stance. when asked where be had pick
ed up the deer.
South fork" was all he vouchsafed.
Eleven miles across the mountains"
IAN a trail that'd break
your heart
Breakfast consisted of black coffee. |
sour dough bread and an immense
quantity of bear meat broiled over the |
Goals. OF this the young fellow ate
and Stubener OWNED that
both the Glendons were accustomed to
an almost straight meat diet.
Il n al A. III.
was not till the meal was ended that
be preached the subject he had at
heart
Pat. boy" he began. you know
who the gentleman is:"
Young Pat nodded and cast a quick.
glance at the manager.
We'll. he'll be takin' you away with
him and down TO San Francisco"
I'D sooner stay here. dad" was the
answer.
Stubener felt prick OF disappoint-
nent 1t was wild goose chase aft
II ALL This was no fighter eager and
retting TO be at it His huge Drawn
for nothing. 1t was nothing
lew. 1t was the big fellows that
Usually had the streak of fat
But old Pats Celtic wrath Jared I'D
nd his voice was harsh with com
nand.
You'll go down to the cities an
ght, me boy. That's what I've train
d you for an you'll do it"
"All right" was the unexpected re-
ponse. rumbled alphabetically from the
eep chest
And fight like -" the old man
dded.
Again Stubener felt disappointment
{ the absence of flash and fire In the
Dung mans eyes as he answered.:
"All right When do we start?"
"Oh, Sam. here, he'll be wantin'
tile huntin' and to fish a bit as we'll
S to try you out with the gloves"
He looked at Sam. who nodded.
Suppose you strip and give IN a {
lste OF your quality"
An hour later Sam Stubener had his
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