Evening star., 1921-07-17

ter would not last out the round-and
there was the girl at San Rosario.
@ Abdul. the Turk. looking up.
eHes,sd the :, meaning Sf the s.IS spSnSsG anG
squeezed it against the Kids bleed
ing lips.
You got heem. Keed." he coached:
Shes las round now. What your
,S EiTi say Il you % don VIM, VIM" from hi,
trainer the Harle EN- Kid found
strength enough to fling himself into
the third round with undiminished
aggressiveness. His body register,
Ing Its protests continually , Vas wSen s.s
the end came He had pulled himself
1 free Of a clinch and was starting a
i left for the head. when the champion
beat him to it. = The blow caught him
dropped to the floor. In a Hash he
was up, with all his remaining
tswing.
The human mind acts quickly un-
cles do not always obey Potter saw
the glove Of the champion stab out
in right cross and knew tEat MS
own blow was too late to beat II.
His brain telegraphed an appeal to
| the left hand for protection. but the
hand was paralised. At the instant
his outflung fst crashed against its
objective, every nerve in his body
1 relaxed under one blow that Jared
him into insensibiiity; He pitched
1 sciousness burned into his brain the
Irealisation that he could not get to
ihis feet in the ten seconds allotted
him. but that he must try.
From Abdul the Turk broke q s frsn;
"Mothsr of Allah" he shrisked.
3"who 60 down hrst?"
For the space Of three stupsned
to his place at the rinE-post. his lips
la.gape. his eyes looking across the
fallen body Of the Harlem Kid to the
| figure Of Joe vesper sprawled under
the ropes Of his own corner. One
ss at shs ssm tonx the
count Of four. and the Irishman
around the edge Of the platform to
spot in back Of the referee and
= I"Biliy-Billy. suspend time! You
| can't count 'em both out-stop at nine
stop at nine!"
The frenzied message penetrated
the pandemonium. The third man in
the ring recognised in the advice the
new to the prise ring: His voice
rang clear and true in the Knockout
liitany:
l "Seven-eight-nine and"
With one hand quivering in the
lair. he backed against the ropes.
wide eyes set on the two supine fg-
lures palpitating on the canvas floor.
The tenth second was onicially sus-
!pended!
Back to the spot nearest the Har-
lem Kid pIowed Pat Griffin. but Alb
dul the Turk was ahead Of him. a
l =
soaked sponge and pounding like a
maniac on the padded platform.
Bedlam reisned in the corner Of the
TWO seconds licked BY. and the
m sne' snc rolled IL ts. over Ths Re
body Of Joe veeper quivered. and
Ihis arms thrashed the floor. Some
whore deep in the brain cells of
both was stirring the ase-old con-
flict OF the races.
Grimin was no anthropologist. but
he knew the history Of the ring.
white skin against dark" he
ttrumpeted. Come on. Harlem!"
I And Potter arose. not In triumph
rs befits . champion Of the world
but lurching drunkenly against the
ropes and looking vainly Tor the
The poised arm Of the referee de-
scended over the squirming figure
tof Joe vesper.
And QUIT" he cried. But no one
heard him.
Abdul the Turk was through the
ropes in time to catch the topping
form of the Harlem Kid.
They put him to bed in the little
hotel room--Grihin. Abdul. Nosey
Mundorff and others Of the jubilant
retinue. 1t was then that an awe.
struck messenger boy came.
Grimm snatched at the blank. Now
Champion" he chortled. well shoe,
q wire to the missuA WhatH 1t boz.
The Harlem Kid looked At the eagei
lfsees.. around him and sensed ..thai
expectSHs somettfaS g.uANpfg=
e4R ling with q kick IN r. H
l66p to rise to the occasion, but
GfteEsA moments pondering gave II
up He grinned sheepishly At the
. blue timetable on his bed and the
tickets to Silver City.
"Aw, you frame II, Grit" he urged
you know what she wants-tell her
! Just tell her eSerythings jake"
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