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He blocked the sidewalk, and compelled speech with her. "So you're runnin' with a prizefighter," he sneered. "A blind man can see your finish." For the first time she was unafraid of this big-bodied, black-browed men with the hairy-matted hands and fingers. She held up her left hand. "See that? It's something, with all your strength, that you could never put on my finger.
But Luke Darvil would have thrashed the banker and all his clerks into the bargain. His frame was like a trunk of thews and muscles, packed up by that careful dame, Nature, as tightly as possible; and a prizefighter would have thought twice before he had entered the ring against so awkward a customer.
A PRIZE-FIGHTER! She experienced a thrill of wickedness as she thought of what Sarah would say could she see her now. Only he wasn't a prizefighter, but a teamster. Came an abrupt lengthening of step, the guiding pressure grew more compelling, and she was caught up and carried along, though her velvet-shod feet never left the floor.
I wasn't shoutin' things out to anybody, but I just made myself into a committee of welcome; an', when the train pulled in, there I was, extendin' the glad hand of the burg likewise the glad hand of a guy you used to know in Oakland once, a third-rate dub prizefighter by the name of lemme see yep, I got it right Big Bill Roberts was the name he used to sport, but now he's known as William Roberts, E. S. Q.
There had been an accident at the house while they were there, and a man and a woman had been hurt, but no fatality. The man had not been taken to the Hospital, as his family had opposed his going on the ground of his invulnerability. The old prizefighter was uninjured, as well as those two nice children. They might have been killed.
I thought that I had heard the voice before, but when, over the shoulder of the valet, I caught a glimpse of a large, fleshy, bull- face, with a flattened Michael Angelo nose in the centre of it, I knew at once that it was my neighbour at the supper party. "It's Warr, the prizefighter, sir," said I. "Yes, sir," said our visitor, pushing his huge form into the room.
Yeager met his first rush with a straight left that got home and jarred the prizefighter to his heels. To see the look on the face of the heavy, compound of blank astonishment and chagrin, was worth the price of admission. Lennox sang out encouragement. "Good boy. Go to him." Harrison put his head down and rushed. His arms worked like flails.
A waiter who looked as if he might have been a prizefighter at one time shambled up to them with a soiled napkin thrown over one arm. As it chanced, he approached Teddy first. "Bean soup! What'll you have," he demanded with a suddenness that startled the Circus Boy.
To avoid the disgrace of seriously striking her, or of being beaten at an open exchange of blows, I made a feint, and caught her by the waist and threw her, not very neatly, for I fell myself in her grip. They had to pluck her from me by force. 'And you've gone a course of tuition in wrestling, squire? the prizefighter said to me rather savagely.
"I play my own cards, señor," returned Ramon equably. "You play 'em darned close to your stomach. Me, I go out on a limb oncet in a while." "Be sure you don't stay out there at the end of a rope," smiled the Mexican. "They haven't grown the hemp yet that will hang Chad Harrison." The prizefighter leaned toward him, eyes shining. "If I pull it off and make my getaway what then?
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