Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1922-02-11


good as Lund. In his barbaric way
he was somewhat of a dancer, and his
legs were as lissome as his arms. He
leaped. striking with fists and feet.
Lund met him with a fierce upper
cut, short-traveled, sent from the hip.
His enormous hand, punched to a
knuckly lump of stone. knocked the
Finn over, lifting him, before he fell
with his nose driven in, its bone shat
tered, his lips broken like Overripe
fruit, and his discolored teeth knocked
out
He landed on his back, rolling over
and over. to lie still, half stunned,
while two more srrang for Lund.
Lund roared with surprise and pain
as one caught his red beard and swung
TO it, shifting and kicking. He
wrapped his left arm about the man.
crushing him close up to him, and,
as the other came, diving low. butting
at his solar plexus, the giant gripped
him by the collar, using his own inn
petus, and brought the two skulls to
SSlhCA Win lhuu thdb ASAt AhSA'
stunned.
The two dropped from Lund's re
Taxed arms like sacks, and he stepped
over them. alert, poised on the balls
of his feet, letting out a shout of
triumph, while he looked about him
for his next adversary.
The bedrock on which they fought
was slippery where ice had formed In
the crevices. Two seamen tackled
Hansen. He stopped the curses of one
with straight punch to his mouth,
but the man chung to his arm, bear
ing it down Hansen swung at the 9th
er, and the blow went over the shout
der as he lodged, but Hansen got him
in chancery, and the three, staggering,
swearing, sliding, went down at last
together, with Hansen underneath,
twisting ones neck to shut off his
wind while he warded off the wild
blows of the second. With n wild
heave he got on all tours, and then
Lund, roaring like bull as he came,
tore off a seaman and flung him
headlong.
Pound him, Hansen" he shouted
his eyes hard with purpose, shining
like ice that reflects the sun, his nos
trils wide, glorying in the fight.
The Finn had got himself together
bit, wlping the gouts Of blood from
his face and splitting out the snags of
his broken ,aeth. He drew a knife
from inside his shirt, long, curying
blade, and sided, like a crab toward
Lund, murder in his piggy, bloodshot
eyes, waiting for a chance 10 slip in
and stab Lund in the back, calling to
a comrade TO help him.
Come on" he called, "Olsen, Wit
yore knife. Gut the swine"
Another blade flashed out, and the
pair advanced. crouching, knees and
bodies bent. Lund backed away war
lily toward the opposite cliff, looking
for loose rock fragment He had for
hidden knives to the sailors since the
mutiny, and had forced a delivery, but
these two had been hidden. A knife
TO the Finn was a natural accessory
Only his drunken frenzy had made
him try to beat Lund at his own game
One Of the two hunters, famed with
n kick on the knee, bowling with the
pain, clinched sayagely and bore the
seaman down, battering his head
against a knob Of rock The other
friendly hunter had Dashed and buff
feted his opponent to submission. But
Rainey was in hard case
A seaman, half Mexican few at him
like a wildcat. Rainey struck out,
and his fists hit at the top Of the
breeds head without stopping him.
Then he clinched
The Mexican was slippery as an eel
He got his arms free, his hands shot
up and his thumbs sought the inner
| corners of Rainey's eyes. The sud
den, burning anguish was maddening
and he drove his clasped fists upward.
wedging away the drilling fingers.
Two hands clawed at his shoulders
from behind. Someone sprang fair
" on his back. A knee thrust against
his spine.
The agony left him helpless, the
vertebrae seemed about to crack.
Strength and will were shut of. and
the world went black. And then one
Of the hunters catapulted into the
struggle. and the four Of them went
down in maddened frenzy of blows
and stifed shouts
The sailors fought like beasts, striy-
ing for blows barred by all codes Of
decency and fair play, intent to MAIN
Lund had got his shoulders against
the rocks and stood with open hands,
watching the two with their knives,
who crept in, foot by foot. to make
a finish
Peggy Simms, strand Of her pale
yellow hair whipped loose, flung it out
Of her eyes as she stood on the edge
Of the cliff, her lips apart. her breasts
rising stormily, watching; her fea-
lures changing with the tide Of battle
Is il surged beneath her, punctuated
with muflled shouts and wlnd-clppcd
oaths. Size saw Lund at bay. aud