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As he sat there, she saw in his grizzled head against the light; in the strong hand resting on the table, moving now and then as though keeping time to some slow tune; in the other, motionless upon his knee, an image that made her ask herself the question: "What would Samuel Johnson have been as a prizefighter?"
Later I" she hesitated "I saw him in a place called Feinheimer's. He was a waiter. Then he was a sparring partner, I think they call it, for a prizefighter. Some of my friends took me to a gymnasium to see the fighter training, and I recognized this man. "I saw him again when he was driving a milk-wagon. He delivered milk at a friend's house where I chanced to be.
"His hair was about the same color as yours," added Steve in a matter-of-fact voice. The underhung jaw of the prizefighter shot out. "Meaning anything particular?" "Why, no," replied Steve in amiable surprise. "What could I mean?" "How do I know what every buzzard-head's got in his cocoanut?" Steve continued his story, giving fuller details. His casual glances wandered about the room.
I figured on getting in early in the forenoon. Well, I was night-herding when I got orders to punch a hole in the atmosphere with my fists. I didn't do a thing but reach for the sky. A big masked guy come out from the mesquite and helped himself to my gun. Then he tied me up." "Would you know him again if you saw him?" interrupted the prizefighter harshly. The gaze of Yeager met his blandly.
'Hooray! the dinner-service again, by , roared Dickon. 'Stick to that. Over the same ground subsoil, I say. He han't enough yet. In a perfect tremor of disgust, I was making as quick a retreat as I could, and as I did, I heard Captain Oakley shriek hoarsely 'You're a d prizefighter; I can't box you. 'I told ye I'd lick ye to fits, hooted Dudley.
'Yes; Sharpe must be worth his quarter of a million. And he has made it in such a deuced short time! 'Why, he is not much older than we are! 'Ten years ago that man was a prizefighter, said Lord Catchimwhocan. 'A prizefighter! exclaimed Ferdinand. 'Yes; and licked everybody. But he was too great a genius for the ring, and took to the turf. 'Ah! 'Then he set up a hell. 'Hum!
An instinct told her they were about to come to grips in epic struggle. "You're mighty high-heeled now when you got a gun thrown on me. Put it in the discard and I'll beat the life out o' you," threatened the prizefighter. Not releasing the other man with his eyes, Yeager lent one hand to help Ruth mount. He gave clear, curt instructions in a level voice.
He devoted himself to the horses. "Lots of them," she urged. Still he did not reply. "Now, haven't they?" "Well, it wasn't my fault," he said slowly. "If they wanted to look sideways at me it was up to them. And it was up to me to sidestep if I wanted to, wasn't it? You've no idea, Saxon, how a prizefighter is run after.
There had been much discussing and disputing as to how Old Cheeseman would come; but it was the general opinion that he would appear in a sort of triumphal car drawn by four horses, with two livery servants in front, and the Prizefighter in disguise up behind. So, all our fellows sat listening for the sound of wheels.
An' all of a sudden he'd blow up go all to pieces, you know, wind, heart, everything, and then I'd have him where I wanted him. And the point is he knows it, too." "You're the first prizefighter I ever knew," Saxon said, after a pause. "I'm not any more," he disclaimed hastily. "That's one thing the fightin' game taught me to leave it alone. It don't pay.