The Clio messenger. (Clio, Mich.) 1907-current, 1915-04-30
CHAPTER xvII-continued.
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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. 1t
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 i'm ghosts,
was physically nor morally afraid of
anything. Though, you have nay 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, ''if 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 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 n boy NAL
low did likewise. Warrington then
babe the coolies to move back to the
road.
"Rounds?" inquired MalIow.
HYnn 6lfhu
very well there won't be any rules to
this game. Don't you think I know
your" Warrington rolled up his
sleeves and was pleased to note the
dull color of Mallow's face. He want
ed to rouse the brute I'm 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 MaIIow, 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 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 ands-disfigurement, probably.
VIII you take a 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 a rough
and tumble fight.
Warrington did not reply. He
walked cautiously toward Mallow.
This maneuver brought Craig within
reach. 1t was not a fair blow, but
Warrington delivered it without the
least conjunction. IL 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 alone, with
no one to jump on my hack when I'm
looking elsewhere!"
Mallow, appreciating the trick,
swore foully, and rushed Warrington
jabbed with his left and sidestepped.
Vic lllnb nC luuot uO anu tItdL was W
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 a 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 hack this
skill with rugged health and a blow
that had a hundred and eighty pounds
behind IL.
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
taunt. 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 broker"
Here's one for mel" II was not dig.
nified, but Warrington stubbornly re-
fused to look back upon this day
either with shame or regret Jab.iab,
cut and slash! went the left. There
was no more mercy in the mind back
of IL than might be found in the sleek
felines who stalked the jungies 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 we're no corners TO make
graphing a possibility.
Some of his desperate blows got
through. The bezel OF his ring laid
open Warringtons 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
ton would have prolonged the battle
had he not seen Craig getting dizzily