Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1915-07-28

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. "I
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 see."
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 a moment. One
was naturally a brute and the other
was a coward. They would not hest
tate at any means to defeat him. And
he knew what defeat would mean at
their hands-disfgure probably.
'Will you take a shilling for your
fifty quid?" jeered Craig. He was 60
ing to enjoy this, for he had not the
least doubt as to the outcome. NAL
low was without superior in a rough
and tumble fight.
Warrington did not reply. He
walked cautiously toward Mallow.
This maneuver brought Craig within
reach. 1t was not fair blow, but
Warrington delivered it without the
least conjunction. 1t 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.
Nov, Mallow, you and I alone, with
no one to jump on my back when I'm.
looking elsewhere!"
Mallow, approaching the trick,
swore fou1ly, and rushed. Warrington
jabbed 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 a hundred and eighty pounds
behind it.
From ordinary rage Mallow fell into
a 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
saunt THAT for the little Singalese!''
Count that one for Wheedon's broken
knees!" "And wouldn't San admire
that? Remember her? The little JAP
anese girl whose thumbs you broke?'
"Here's one for mel" 1t was not dig
nifed, 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 it than might be found in the sleek
felines 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
graphing 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 fgno-
miny he had forced upon others was
now being returned to him. Warning
ton would have prolonged the battle
had he not seen Craig getting dizzily
to his feet. It was time to end it. He
tented swiftly. Mallow, expecting a
body blow, dropped his guard. War
rington, as he struck, felt the bones
in his hand crack. Mallow went over
upon his back, fairly lifted off his feet.
He was tough; an ordinary man would
have died.
Il believe that squares accounts
said Warrington, speaking to Craig
eff you hear of me in America, in Eu
rope, anywhere, keep away from the
places where I'm likely to go. Tel