Coulee City dispatch. [volume] (Coulee City, Wash.) 19??-19??, 1935-05-10
BY SAX ROHMER

The Brandenburger rushed, closed
with the boxer. and held him in bear
like. grip The Kid brought a short
one to his right ear, but that grizzly
hug continued.
"Chief!" the fighter cried. MAKE i'm
break away!"
II told you to thrash him." was the
calm reply.
The Kid rained blows upon the head
and body, but the tenacious powerful
German was slowly lifting him off his
feet. And now he had him clear
of the f1oor
A hoarse, suppressed cry Of excite
ment from the onlookers greeted this
feat.
Drink fumes cleared from the fight
er's brain, and ring craft came to his
aid. Suddenly he seemed to crumple
up in that strange hug which was
squeezing the life out of him. He col
lapsed, dropped Imply from those en-
bracing arms :. and even as the Ger
man looked down at him, painting with
his giant exertions, the Kid came to
his feet like catch released, and that
piston-rod left drove again straight to
the point
Franz crashed down so as to shake
the room.
"Good," said the Chief. LAY him on
the settee there until he comes to-"
His orders were obeyed, and the
party continued merrily.
In the restaurant below, Dawson
Haig and his Paris confrere exchanged
"reminiscences. M. Ballon was growing
restless, the stipulated hour having
expired.
would it be possible" said Haig
alphabetically, ito arrange for some
one to follow any persons coming down
from above and leaving the restaurant
tonight?"
'Why, certainly" was the reply. II
can go and arrange for this now, if
you care to wait"
"I'll watt" said Haig. He settled
their account with the Arab waiter,
and, lighting cigarette, was turning
over the mystery of the whole thing
in his mind Suddenly the curtains at
the head of the stairs were drawn
aside. :.
Two men came down, one support
heavily built and of definitely Teutonic
type. From time to time he spat into
boodstained handkerchief He
walked unsteadily.
His companion, who wore a brightly
colored pullover and gray flannel trou-
sers, seemed much concerned about
him. Sure you're all right, mate?" he
asked as they reached the foot of the
stairs.
I'm all right, Kid" was the cultural
reply. you do me well, but you do
me decent"
for the doorway. /,
There's no malice, Franz?"
There is none. Orders is orders"
Haig realized that the fighting man,
with that sublime insular ignorance of
his class-took for granted 4 the fact
IhpI nv oiiC elSe III llle restaurant uIl-
derstood English!
Anyway, I'll see you to a taxi" he
said, "and We'll ave drink together
in Cairo"
They had nearly reached the curtain
draped in the opening beyond which
the stout lady presided over coffee
beans. Dawson Hang held his breath.
For me, not Cairo" the German re-
piled. 81 go to Marseilles tomorrow !.
and by the Wallaroo. ;"
Haig stood up and followed. BY
some unfortunate accident, taxi
passed at the very moment of their
exit, and he came out onto the street
only in time to see 1T pulling away
and to meet the glare of vicious, sunk
EN- eyes, as the cockney fighter con
fronted him
"Lookin for anything, mooso?" in
quired the latter truculently.
Yes" said Haig, "do you think you
could get me a taXi?"
For a moment the other glared, then
his battle-scarred face broke into an
appreciative grin. Il thought you was
foreign blOke. but | amt no bloomin'
porter, mate. Get your own taXi!"
Dawson Haig walked slowly in the
direction of the Place Pigalle