FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138  
139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   >>   >|  
s sultry. It would be hot there in the ring--but it would be hot for both of them. Muscle for muscle and tissue for tissue, Jerry could stand what another could. I glanced at my watch. It was now nine. The preliminary bouts would be beginning, but I had no interest in these. I walked down town, purposely delaying my steps, but found my footsteps hurrying in spite of me, and it was only half after nine when I entered the building. I remembered a six-day bicycle race that I had witnessed there years ago, but I was not prepared for the sight of the crowd that had gathered under the enormous roof. The match had been well advertised and the article in the _Despatch_ must have lent an added spice to the attraction. The heated air was already a blue fog of tobacco smoke, through which beyond the glare of the ring, tiny spots of light flared and disappeared like glow-worms--where in the gallery the smokers lighted their tobacco. As I entered I scanned the crowd. Eager, stupid or brutal faces, the washed and the unwashed, the gloved and the ungloved, cheek by jowl, all talking, smoking, cheering, jeering or waiting calmly for the expected thrill. They had paid their money to see blood, and as I found my seat I realized the inevitableness of Jerry's appearance. He could not disappoint these people now. My seat was in a box, in the second row of boxes, the first row being just back of the press seats which were along the sides of the ring. In this vast crowd I would be lost to Jerry and I was thankful not to be directly under the ring where the sight of my anxious face might have diverted him. A bout was in progress now, of six rounds, between two lightweights, a rapid affair which drew to a conclusion none too quickly for me. The final bout was to take place at ten, but I knew from the long intervals between these preliminaries that the hour would be much later. I thought for a moment of going out and walking the streets for awhile, but realized that I should be even more unhappy there than here; so I sat quietly absorbing the scene, listening to the conversation of my neighbors in the next box, who seemed to have their money on the sailor. One of their comments aroused my ire. "What's this goldfish their feedin' to the sea lion? Say, that story ain't straight about young Benham bein' Robinson?" "Sure thing. Clancy will eat him alive--_eat him alive_," the man repeated, slowly and with unction. I glanced at the speaker
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   114   115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138  
139   140   141   142   143   144   145   146   147   148   149   150   151   152   153   154   155   156   157   158   159   160   161   162   163   >>   >|  



Top keywords:
tobacco
 

entered

 

glanced

 
realized
 

tissue

 

quickly

 

conclusion

 

preliminaries

 

intervals

 

anxious


progress

 
rounds
 

diverted

 
directly
 
affair
 

thankful

 

lightweights

 

conversation

 

straight

 

goldfish


feedin

 

Benham

 

slowly

 

repeated

 

unction

 
speaker
 

Robinson

 

Clancy

 

aroused

 

comments


unhappy

 

awhile

 
moment
 

walking

 

streets

 

sailor

 

neighbors

 

quietly

 

absorbing

 

listening


thought
 
prepared
 

gathered

 

enormous

 

witnessed

 
building
 

remembered

 
bicycle
 
attraction
 

Despatch