Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1928-11-22

Donovan looked a bit skeptical. His
derby moved up n down with the
working of his forehead.
IT know you're good, Matt, but he's a
big fighter. You sure you want to meet
him SO soon?"
you just get me that fight, Bob, and
don't say no more about 1t. / owe that
baby somethin' from overseas, and the
debt Is layin' heavy on my mind"
well, / guess the commission will
grant 1T. And you sound mad. That's a
good sign"
In a week the fight was arranged.
Hello, Top Sergeant" said Matt, when
Crowder appeared at the tabl to write
his signature. Here we are again, you
and me. That's funny, amt itP ANY
listenin' post duty you want to assign
me tor"
80 it's old Matt KirbyI" said Crow
der. Somehow / didn't connect up the
name"
We'll, it's good for the conscience to
forget some names, amt itP I'm glad to
meetcher again. I'll say l am. Well give
them a good show, won't we?"
Il didn't know you were going in for
this game"
IT didn't know either, till / heard you
was in 1t. Then l kind of thought you'd
like to meet me again, for old times
sake. Anyway, there are some dirty buns
in the ring, and I want to clean them
out"
"Meaning?" Crowder had caught MATHS
previous allusion to conscience, too.
Don't let that worry You The buns
know who they are, themselves"
Crowder's face clouded. Then the vel
low teeth showed in a smile.
II guess we will give them a good
fight" he said. He was sure of his III
premacy. He had held the title for three
years.
I'll do my best" said Matt.
1t was Saturday night of June the ff-
teenth. A sweltering night. But the vat,
Swallowed spaces of the Terrace were
packed tight with people. The dim tiers
were filled with men who had bets or
Army Jon and bets on Matt Kirby.
There were women. too.
At the end Of the third round, those
who had bets on Jones sat back in their
seats, comfortably. Kirby's followers
thought the night hotter than ever. But
they consoled themselves. Said Kirby
was holding himself in, saving himself
firing Jones by deft footwork.
Suddenly, in the fourth, he sent a
staggering blow to his old top sergeant's
ear. Without any imagination, you
could hear the crack.
He drove in and broke the nose. Crow
der recoiled. He drove in and rnlit the
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needless tasks. He drove in and s~~c~'
the teeth with which Crowder had smiled
hypocritically. He was demolishing the
face he hated, the face that haunted
him. He was obliterating 1t.
When the gong rang, some n gasped
in a Mortified voice: "Godi He's got no
facet"
1t was true, almost literally.
The referee walked into the ring.
Ladies and gentlemen" he an
nounced, I'm going to stop this fight.
Army Jones Is outclassed."
A roar. went up. 1t stopped as in mid
air. For Matt Kirby had sprung from is
stool.
Don't you stop this ightI' he shout
ed, shaking his fist at the astounded
referee. I'm out to get my revenge!
! That bird there, he was my top sergeant
in the army, and he challenged me to
fight him, and / knocked him cold, and
then he made me fight him again, and
he put dope into my grub. Understand
He put dope n my grub And then
he knocked me out. near killed me.
Doped my grub, understand? That's the
kind OF a bird he Isl And I'm comm
backl I'm goin' to give him hisl"
TITS the TRUTH" yelled a voice. Ser
geant Quinn stood up. with all eyes