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Wherefore one would suppose that everybody would make haste to get the Election out of the way; but, on the contrary, it is allowed to linger on, till sometimes our overstrained suspense snaps, and the Election dribbles out in unregarded issues. No, the fight's the thing!

The first phenomenon might perhaps be explained, they agreed, on the hypothesis that the mishap to his brother, coming at the very moment of the fight's beginning, unnerved Jess and threw him out of stride, so to speak. But the second was not in anywise to be explained excepting on the theory of sheer chance. The fact remained that it was so, and the fact remained that it was strange.

Shackwell was a small dry man of fifty, with a face as sallow and freckled as a winter pear, a limp mustache, and shrewd, melancholy eyes. "I am glad you have given yourself a day's rest," he said, looking at the Governor. "Well, I don't know that I needed it. There's such exhilaration in victory that I never felt fresher." "Ah, but the fight's just beginning." "I know but I'm ready for it.

The next he felt a soft, warm hand upon his bare arm. The woman was at his elbow. "Now is your time!" she cried, her dark eyes aflame. "Go in! Smash him!" Spring shook her off with a cry of disgust, but she was back in an instant. "I'll make it seventy-five pounds " "The fight's over, ma'am. I can't touch him." "A hundred pounds a clear hundred! I have it here in my bodice.

Netch'rally. No fault of his." "Not the least," Heywood assented gloomily. "Did everything he could. If I were commissioned to tell 'em outright 'The youngster can't fence' why, we might save the day. But our man won't even listen to that. Fight's the word. Chantel will see, on the spot, directly they face. But will that stop him? No fear: he's worked up to the pitch of killing.

They looked at me and they didn't shrink or shudder. When I handed Julia the cup, she made herself smile. God, you never saw such a smile. I nearly " he paused, "I all but went back to the cabin and cut my throat. But the fight's over. They'll get well. They're sleeping like children now." "Thank God!" Merrill groaned. "Oh, thank God!" "I've felt like a murderer ever since " Billy said.

"Don't mind me. Let me go my own gait. My own gait yes, yes. You see, Al, I I'm tryin' to enlist, same as you're goin' to do, and and MY fight's begun already. Yes indeed yes, yes it has so." Albert was more astonished than ever. There was no smell of alcohol, and Keeler had declared that he had not been drinking; but "You're going to ENLIST?" repeated Albert. "YOU? Why, Labe, what "

Arkansas, if you'd only let me " "Who's a henderin' you? Don't you insinuate nothing agin me! don't you do it. Don't you come in here bullyin' around, and cussin' and goin' on like a lunatic don't you do it. 'Coz I won't stand it. If fight's what you want, out with it! I'm your man! Out with it!" Said Johnson, backing into a corner, Arkansas following, menacingly: "Why, I never said nothing, Mr.

As political "boss" of the town he had often found himself opposed to many of his neighbors' wishes. Neither sharp tongue nor sharp look disturbed him apparently, at least. Besides, Mr. Moore loved a fight "for the fight's sake," as the expression is. He had backed Lem Parraday in applying for a liquor license, to benefit his own pocket. It had to be a good reason indeed, to change Mr.

Everythin's gone, and I wisht ter Gawd I was done gone too, fer 'taint no use. The fight's too hard for us." Just then he caught the eye of the young girl watching him. There was something in her expression which seemed to spell hope: he felt utterly hopeless. She smiled and beckoned to him. She was so used to being obeyed that his response was as a matter of course to her.