The Spectator., 1915-04-30
CHAPTER xVIl-Continued.

'SIdlS DTOke tne tdDiedu Dy reaching | for his glass of whisky, which he emptied. He tried to assume a non- chalant air, but his hand shook as he | replaced the glass on the tabouret. It rolled off to the floor and tinkled into | pieces.
 Nerves a bit rocky, eh?" Warning ton laughed sardonically.
 You're screeching in the wrong jungle, Parrot, old top," said Mallow, who, as he did not believe in ghosts, was physically nor morally afraid of anything. Though, you have my word for it that I'd like to see you lose every cent of your oil fiuke."
 Don't doubt it." But" Mallow went on, eff you're wanting little argument that doesn't require pencils or voices, why, you're on. You don't object to my friend Craig coming along?" "On the contrary he'll make a good witness of what happens"
 "The chit, boy!" Mallow paid the reckoning. Now. then, come on. Three rickshaws!" he called.
 The barren plot of ground back of the dock was deserted. Warrington jumped from his rickshaw and divest- ed himself of his coat and flung his hat beside it. Gleefully as a boy Nal low did likewise. Warrington then bade the coolies to move back to the road.
 "Rounds?" inquired Mallow.
 You filthy scoundrel, you know very we'll there won't be any rules to this game. Don't you think l know you?" Warrington rolled up his sleeves and was pleased to note the dull color of Mallow's face. He want ed to rouse the brute in the man, then he would have him at his mercy. q swore four years ago that I'd make you pay for that night"
 You scum!" roared Mallow. you'll never be a whole man when they carry you away from here"
 Wait and sec"
 On the way to the dock Warrington had mapped out his campaign. Fair play from either of these men was not to be entertained for moment. One was naturally a brute and the other was coward. They would not hesi- tate at any means to defeat him. And he knew what defeat would mean at their ds-disfgurement, probably.
 Will you take shilling for your fifty quid?" jeered Craig. He was go- ing to enjoy this, for he had not the least doubt as to the outcome. Nal low was without superior in rough and tumble fight.
 Warrington did not reply. He walked cautiously toward Mallow. This maneuver brought Craig within reach It was not fair blow, but Warrington delivered it without the least compunction. It struck Craig squarely on the jaw. Lightly as cat Warrington jumped back. Craig's knees doubled under him and he toppled forward on his face
 Now, Mallow. you and alone. with no one to jump on my back when I'm looking elsewhere!"
 Mallow. appreciating the trick. swore foully, and rushed. Warrington tabbed with his left and sidestepped. One thing he must do and that was to keep Mallow from getting into close quarters. The copra grower was more than his match in the knowledge of those oriental devices that usually cripple man for life. He must wear him down scientifically; he must de- pend upon his ring generalship. In his youth Warrington had been a skill full boxer. He could now back this skill with rugged health and a blow that had hundred and eighty pounds behind it.
 From ordinary rage Mallow fell into frenzy; and frenzy never won a ring battle. Time after time he endeav- ored to grapple. but always that left stopped him. Warrington played for his face, and to each jab he added a taunt That for the little Singalese!" Count that one for Wheedons broken knees!" And wouldn't San admire that? Remember her? The little Jap anese girl whose thumbs you broker" Here's one for mel" It was not dig nitied, but Warrington stubbornly re- fused to look back upon this day either with shame or regret. Jab-jab. cut and slash! went the left. There was no more mercy in the mind back of 1t than might be found in the sleek felnes who stalked the jungles north. Doggedly Mallow fought on. hoping for his chance. He tried every trick he knew. but he could only get so near The ring was as wide as the world: there were no corners to make grappling a possibility.
 Some of his desperate blows got through. The bezel of his ring laid open Warrington's forehead. He was brave enough. but he began to realize that this was not the same man he had turned out into the night four years ago. And the pain and igno- miny he had forced upon others was now being returned to him Warning.