The Washington times., 1930-11-26


Glasson. With a yell he
bounded forward. For a mo-
ment the blindness of an un-
godly vindictiveness overcame
him and he began cutting at
everything and everybody with
his murderous fish knife,
whetted down to a raZor-edge
and thrashing out in frenzied
fury with the brass-knuckled
fist in a drive to get at his
enemy. More than one of his
own men, whom he ran into
in his wy knew something of
his knife and the bone-smash-
ing blows of his metalled fist.
The Leaders Meet
Biff Glasson for his part, was
as eager to close with his rival.
He shouted;
Clear the Way-you buns!
Don't let no man touch dat
SKUNK! ne mine!
Suddenly the two desperadoes
found themselves face to face
in small cleared area for the
other gangsters on both sides
had long awaited this oppor-
tunity to witness the inevitable
battle to the finish between the
two giants.
Cyclone Tim semicircled his
head lii ? wounded bull and
Crouched his body for the
charge. Blood and dirt and
sweat slimed his scowlirg face.
His knife dropped and dripped
blood. and from the corners Of
his mouth oozed a greenish
goo.
Biff Glasson was his equal
and Cyclone Tim knew in his
heart that he was, Just as
muscular and sinewy and
nimble and murderous. He held
in his left hand a blunt. short
club and in his right a gleam-
ing dirk.
For the shortest instant the
two stood facing each other,
each waiting for the other to
dare the first move. And in
that instant there flashed back
through the slow-moving brain
of Cyclone Tim their first
battle. when they had stood
like this as kids, each daring
the other to cross the line.
That fight had been with bare
fists and each had claimed the
victory. And there had been
many more fights during the
years to follow and neither had
ever stopped or been stopped,
1t was still even.
But now
Come on you lousy muggH
snarled Cyclone Tim, grinding
his teeth.
Biff Glasson, like a streak,
swept out with his stick. There
was a crack as. the hardened
wood came down on the Cy.
clones solid skull. But he shook
off the effects, and with a
mighty parabola of his knuckled
fist he caught Biff Glasson on
the point of the chin. Biff stag
gered back but held his balance,
and the two titans rushed in
on each other.
The fighting around them had
momentarily stopped. Both the
River Rats and the Bridge Twist
ers forgot for the instant their
ancient red-stained hatred as
their two idols began to slash
and jab and smash and rip. Now
they we're close in, now one stag
gered back.
With terrific lunge, Cyclon
Tim drove his knife deep into
the belly of his rival-and in
that lunge he ran his vitals into
the long, sharp dago dirk of the
other. Then both men staggered
back a step and each tried to
summon his strength for a fresh
attack, but each reeled, stumbled
and fell. Their bodies touched
each other.
You got me, Biff," horsed
Cyclone Tim as he sprawled on
the blood-spattered asphalt.
An you got me. Tim" Biff
Glasson's voice ratified out.
"S'long, Biff. Damn you!
"Slong, Biff. Damn you!"
in hell"
They were still even.
And then came the piercing
blasts of the police reserve sirens
as a hundred cops and dicks
raced in from both ends of the
block.
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