Outing . and then when Iwould whip a stiff jolt inunder the fringe of his mopto the side of his neck hewould wince a bit, but mostof the time he simply stoodwith bowed head and setmuscles and let me poundaway. It may be that my blowslacked steam after my longday of unwonted exertionunder the tropical sun, or it may be thatthe hulking frame, with its armor ofknotted muscles, was damage-proof aslong as the jaw was protected. At anyrate, one thing was certain—the onlyeffect of my frenzied hammering was totire myself without discomfiting, oreven, apparently, annoying my burlyopponent in the
Outing . and then when Iwould whip a stiff jolt inunder the fringe of his mopto the side of his neck hewould wince a bit, but mostof the time he simply stoodwith bowed head and setmuscles and let me poundaway. It may be that my blowslacked steam after my longday of unwonted exertionunder the tropical sun, or it may be thatthe hulking frame, with its armor ofknotted muscles, was damage-proof aslong as the jaw was protected. At anyrate, one thing was certain—the onlyeffect of my frenzied hammering was totire myself without discomfiting, oreven, apparently, annoying my burlyopponent in the least. Take it easy till sunset and well callit off for a draw, muttered Tom behindme as I stepped back to get my breathafter beating a sounding tattoo of rightand left hooks in a vain effort to jarthe solar plexus of the Cave Man. It was sound advice and I shouldprobably have followed it had not theHonorable Bertie—he had been broughtto a few minutes previously and was just 1 ??*?$ /f > •. ONE OF THE GRASS-PAVED STREETS OF MBAU awakening to an interest in his surround-ings—cut in with Dont quit! Step inclose and upper-cut straight up for hisface. Remember youre the WhiteHope. There certainly did seem room to slipone up between the dome of the swell-ing chest and the fringes of the hair-mop that would do some damage, pro-vided one only went in close enough,and without stopping to ponder the pos-sible consequences, I stepped forward anddrove a hard right upper-cut, just asBertie had suggested. Smash! Myglove landed squarely in the middle ofCave Mans face, straightening himup with a jerk and offering the veryopening for the jaw that I had awaitedever since the bout started. 712 OUTING I was just getting under way a lefthook of which I entertained high hopes,when, closely following the roar of painand rage which signalized the landing ofmy right, something swift and terribleas a Bolt of Wrath came hurtling againstmy own jaw, an explosion like the Crackof Doom rang in m
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