. . . Bud'll wear
him out. . . . My God! Bud, look out! Foot work. . . ."

Yes, foot work, but not as Carson expected it, not the thing Bud Lee
looked for when he sensed rather than read in Trevors's eyes that a
fresh trick was coming. He was ready for a lifted boot, and, instead,
Trevors, rushing down upon him, threw grappling arms about him,
heedless of the fist smashing again into his cut lips. Trevors doubled
and twisted and got a grip about Lee's middle, at him, seeking to throw
him.

Down they went together with no particular advantage to either man.
But as they rolled apart and Lee threw out an arm to lift himself
Trevors saw the chance he sought and mightily, brutally, cursing as he
jumped up for it, he drove the heel of his boot down upon Lee's hand on
the floor.

From Lee's white lips burst an involuntary groan as it seemed to him
that every bone in his hand had been crushed, from Carson a choking cry
of rage, from Trevors a short laugh as he called out sharply:

"Hands off, Carson! Our fight--any way----"

Again on their feet, Trevors a second first and with the advantage
clearly his now rushed Lee, seeking to finish what he had begun. And
Bud Lee, his face white and drawn, looking ghastly with the blood
smears across it, moving swiftly but not swiftly enough, went down,
Trevors's weight against him, Trevors's fist beating into his side just
below the arm-pit.

"Five hundred on Trevors!" shouted Melvin. Carson did not hear him.

"At him, Bud, go at him!" he was crying over and over. "That's the
last dirty trick he's got. Get him, Buddie. Oh, for Gawd's sake,
Buddie, go get him!"

Trevors was upon him again, but Lee slipped aside, even rolled over,
managed to get to his feet. Again Trevors bore down upon him, a new
leaping fire in his eyes. Again, though barely in time, Bud Lee
slipped away from him. He drew Trevors's harsh laugh after him and
Trevors's questing, eager fists. Lee put up his arm, his right arm,
guarding his face, and drew away, back and back. Carson was almost
whimpering, calling whiningly:

"Stand up to him, Bud! Oh, go get him, Buddie!"

Still up and down the room they went, Trevors rushing at Lee, Lee
taking what blows he must, striking out but little, seeking now only to
pull himself together, to get his head clear of daze and dizziness.
Stepping backward, he again got the wall at his shoulders, slipped to
one side, strove only to get the empty room behind hi