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White Feather

Chapter 7 Mr Joe Bevan

Word Count: 1680    |    Released on: 19/11/2017

gered up to receive another

l do," sa

t,sturdy man in a tweed suit. He was waving Albert back, and Albert

ave it as his opinion that the speaker would do well not tocome interfering

ourself in," added

he direction ofthe speaker's face. The stranger, without fuss, touched the back ofAlbert's wrist gently with the palm of his right hand, and Albe

er, as if he were making the

said one of Albert's

fell. His freck

n the tweed suit, whose conversatio

the advice. His friend

ks," sa

h' opposed may beware of thee. Always counterback when you guard. When a man shows you his r

just on the spot. I was watching. When you see aman comin

the immediate result of a blowin the parts about the waistcoat, was beginning to pass

p a hand and felt it thepain was so great tha

h himself than he had felt for years. He had beenbeaten, but he had fought his best, and not

egarded him

uld put you at ten stone--say ten stone three. Call it ninestone twelve in condit

ting that first hit, butyou got up again. That'

about the one who firstcries, 'Hold, enough!'

is business," said Mr

e_ wasn't a novice."Sheen agreed that Shakesp

nal--an American, he was,from San Francisco. He come at me with his right stretched out, and Ithink he's going to hi

e. It was just at the endof the round, and I we

m.' 'Geton top of him? I says. 'My Golly, I'll get on top of the roof if he'sgoing to hit me another of those.' But I kept on, and go

Light Weight Championship of the World."Sheen looked at him in astonishment. He had

d tough, and hiseyes harboured always a curiously alert, questioning expression, as ifhe were perpetually "sizing up" the person he was addressing. Butotherwise he was like other men. He seemed als

till fight?

who are accustomed to work with their brainsfeel when they have gone honestly through some labour of the hands. Atthat moment he felt himself capable of fighting the world and beatingit. The small point, that Albert had knocked him out of time in lessthan

house boxing cups were competed for at Wrykyn. It would be adramatic act of reparation to the house if he could win theLight-Weight cup for it. His imagination, jumping wide gaps, did notadmit the possibility of his

ons as if he had heard them by so

he game as yet. Andboxing's a thing every one ought to know. Supposition is, you'recrossing a field or going do

soon as he sees you shaping, he says tohimself, 'Hullo, this chap knows too much for me. I'm off,' and off heruns. Or supposition is, he comes for you. You don't mind. Not you. Yougive him one punch in the right place, and then you go off to your tea,leaving him lying there. He won't get up.""I'd like to

u where itis. The 'Blue Boar,' it's called. You come there any time you like toname, sir, and you'll find me.""I should like to come every day," said Sheen. "Would that be toooften?""Oftener the better, sir. You can't practise too much.""Then I'll start next week. Thanks very much. By the way, I shall

That will be a good time. Then I'll say good bye, sir, forthe present."Sheen went back to his house in a diffe

met Linton, and grin

"Imust have a smut or something on my face."But a close inspection in t

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