The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1915-06-25
CHAPTER xvII-Continued.
OQ0N11GHT ~ M B

Craig broke the tableau by reaching
for his glass Of whisky, which he
emptied. He tried to assume a nom
chalant air, but his hand shook as he
replaced the glass on the tabouret. 1t
rolled of 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 1t that I'd like to see you lose every
cent of your oil fluke."
Don't doubt It."
But" Mallow went on, eff you're
wanting a 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. Nov, 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
babe the coolies to move back to the
road.
"Roundsf" inquired Mallow.
You filthy scoundrel, you know
very well 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. Il
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 snr."
On the way ~ the dock Warrington
had mapped cot his campaign. Fair
play from either Of these men was not
to be entertained for a moment. One
was naturally . brute and the other
was a coward. They would not hest
tate at any meaI;n to defeat him. And
he knew what defeat would mean at
their hands-Gisigurement. 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 q rough
and tumble fight.
r Warrington did not reply. He
walked cautiously toward Mallow.
This maneuver brought Craig within
reach. It was not a fair blow, but
Warrington delivered 1t without the
least conjunction. 1t struck Craig
sQuarely on the jaw. Lightly as a cat
Warrington jumped back. .Craig's
knees doubled under him and he
toppled forward on his face.
Now. Mallow, you and l alone. with
no q to jump on M back when I'm
looking elsewhere!"
Mallow, approaching the trick,
swore foully. and rushed. Warrington
jabbed with his left and si~destepped.
One thing he must do and that was to
keep Mallow from getting into close
quarters. The c0pra 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 g~eneralship. In
his youth Warrington had been . skill.
full boxer. He could now back this
skill with rugged health and a blow
that had 4 hundred and eighty pounds
behind Il.
From ordinary rage Mallow fell into
Z frenzy: and frenzy never won q ring
bettIe. 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 q
eaunt. ''That for the little Singalese!"
ssCOunt that one for Wheedon's broken
tneea!S And wouldn't San admire
that! Remember her? The little Jap
Snooo Girl whosb thumbs you broke?"
Here's one for mel" II was not dig
nined, but warrington stubbornly re-
fused - look hack upon this day
either With shaTae Or regret. Jab-jab.
cut ~ slash! went the left. There
~ - more mercy in the mind hack
Ii thast mlght b found In the sleek
fo1ines Who stalked the jungles north.
.0oeco1ly Ma1lok fought on. hoping
~ III ehancs. He tried every trick