The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-11-10
CHAPTER TWO Continued

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you better put on your sweat
er. It's cold outside
He stood up and took his sweater
from a chair and flung it carelessly
over his arm. Don't worry about
me. I've got plenty Of insulation"
The girl looked over the swelling
muscles of his torso appraisingly
7 guess YOU do need all that muscle
at that, to carry around that head
Of yours!"
throw - when a gals fiat on ner
back"
That's when a gals got to have
some good ones handy"
Steve hitched up his trousers.
Well. any time you want TO be
hauled out Of another ditch, let me
know" and he turned TO leave.
The girl called impulsively, Wait
a minutel Aside from all the wise
cracks. I really owe you something.
What do YOU do? Where can I get
hold of you?"
You'd like to do something 1or
me?" He returned to her.
Yes" she said, cautiously. Some
Ever see a prize fght2"
Not many good ones"
We'll. come up TO the Harlem
Heights Athletic Club this Friday
night. I don't know how good it'll
be. but itll be short, because some
poor, unsuspecting guy is going IN
against me?'
Who's you2"
Steve Morgan. I'll leave ring
side ticket. VIII you Gomez"
Well. maybe.
Good" he nodded. I'll see you
Friday" and went out.
CTEVE was in the dressing room
- of the Athletic Club, ready to
20 on for his fight. The promoter
came up to him.
IT'S all understood now. You stay
in there for three rounds or you
don't get no dough-" He didn't wait
for any reply, and Steve turned on
the professor.
50 there is a catch to it, The
price of whisky's pretty tough these
days. eh. and you'll take a chance
on anything"
stephen. I will admit. I
meant to explain. -.
so you we're going to feed me
to the grizzly bears for a case OF
boozel If it wasn't I could make
use of my sixty bucks, I'd let you
down with a splashl'
you've got to stay three rounds,
Stephen. This is no waterfront
brawI. It's in a ring with Marquis
of Oueensbury rules. Your oppo-
nent is experienced, tricky"
If the Maharaiah Of Brooklyn
made the rules. I'll follow EN-!
Come on"
AS Steve walked down the aisle
to the ring. he saw the girl of the
phaeton car, in a gorgeous evening
wrap. in the end seat Of the first
row. He stopped and grasped the
hand of the man sitting just beyond
her
We'll. well! How are you? The
only worry 1 had was that you
wouldn't comet You're more en-
couraging than a shot in the arm!
DO you know that?"
XXTHY, uh =. SAID the man.
w surprised out of his wits
while the young woman, knowing
that the words were meant for her,
smiled down into her lap.
III make this as short as l
can continued Steve, as the Pro-
fessor urged him to hurry, then
we'll have a long, quiet talk" He
left the man staring at him IN
amazement, the girl smiling in quiet
understanding, and climbed into the
ring
His opponent. a big man wearing
a black bathrobe was already in his
corner, raising his hands in re-
Spouse to a great cheer that went
up.
Ladies and gentlemen shouted
the announcer. The special bout
of the evening! Ten rounds! Be
tween the well-knOwn, slashing
heavyweight. Hammer Jackson -
two hundred and four-and Steve
Morgan, one hundred and ninety
three flat!"
The crowd yelled: "Where'd he
come from? Don't let him kiss you,
Hammer Oh, Mr.. Morgan, yoo-
hoo!"
Listen. fella." said the referee,
I'VE got to put on a good show.
When you go down I'll give you the
slow count-get me?"
"Swell-great," said Steve, wav-
ing him away.
The bell rang and Hammer Jack
son rushed from his corner and con-
nected with a couple of smasheS to
the head and ribs of Steve who had
been looking down at the girl in the
gorgeous evening wrap.
Steve took another blow TO the
chin. another to the body. but ne
only grinned enigmatically. His
right arm was cooked but he did
not even make a pass.
Two more terrific Smashes failed
to rock him and he advanced slowly
toward his opponent. Hammer
connected again-two times. three
times. Steve shook his head, grin
ming and advancing, but a CLINT had
come into his eyes. After several
more blows on the chin, the fight
ers went into Clinch.
That's right 49, Well Just coast
along for while" Steve winked at
Hammer. who glared at him and
: wrestled himself out Of the clinch.
Hammer struck again. landing a
LETT and a right and the crowd yelled
for the kill. bowling with derision
and delight.
Hammer swing again, but Steve
ducked. weave6 and uncOrKed a
sledge-hammer right TO his oppo-
nent's chin. Hammer fell swiftly
and stiffiy over backward. The
crowds yelling died out. The ref
cree began TO count slowly, puzzled.
After "tenl" he walked over TO