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CHAPTER X. WHERE a jagged peak of rock thrust above the vast virgin forest reclined a man and a woman. Beneath them, on the edge of -the trees, were tethered two horses. Behind each saddle were a pair of small saddlebags. The trees were monotonously huge. Towering hundreds of feet into the air, they ran from eight to ten and twelve feet in diameter. Many were much larger. All morning they had toiled up the divide through this unbroken forest, and this peak of rock had been the first spot where they could get out of the forest in order to see the forest. Beneath them and away, far as they could see, lay range upon range of haze empurpled mountains. There was no end to these ranges. They’ rose one behind another to the dim. distant skyline, where they faded away with a vague promise of unending extension beyond. There were no clearings in the for est. North, south, east and west, untouched, unbroken, it covered the land with its mighty growth. They lay. feasting their eyes on the sight, her blind clasped in one of his, for this was their honeymoon, and these were the redwoods of Mendocino. " ■ Across from Shasta they had come, with horses and saddlebags and down through the wilds of the coast counties, and they had no plan except to continue until some other plan entered their heads. They were roughly dressed—she in travel stained khaki, he in overalls and woollen shirt. The latter was open at the sunburned neck, and in his hugeness he seemed a fit dweller among the forest giants, while for her, as a dweller with him, there were no signs of aught else but happiness. “Well. Big Man,” she said, propping herself up on an elbow to gaze at him, “it is more wonderful than you promised. And we are going through it together.”

“Aud there’s a lot of the rest of the world we’ll go through together,” he answered, shifting his position so as to get her hand in both of his. “But not till we've finished with this,” she urged. “I seem never to grow tired of the big woods—and of you.” He slid effortlessly into a sitting posture and gathered her into his arms. “Oh. you lover!” she whispered. “And I had given up hope of finding such a one.” “And I never hoped at all. 1 must just have known all the time that 1 was going to find you. Glad?" Her answer -was a soft pressure where .her hand rested on his neck, and for long minutes they looked out over the great woods and dreamed. “You remember I told you how I ran away from the red haired schoolteacher? That was the first time I saw this country. I was on foot, but forty or fifty miles a day was play for me. 1 was a regular Indian. “I wasn't thinking about you then. Game was pretty scarce in the redwoods, but there was plenty of tine (■sWsW Up

“It ia mor® wonderful than you promised.” trout. That was when I camped on these rocks. 1 didn't dream that some day I'd be back with you—YOU!” “And be a champion of the ring, too,” she suggested. “No; I didn't think about that at all. Dad had always told me 1 was going to be, and I took it for granted. You see. he was very wise. He was a great man." “But he didn't see you leaving the ring.” “I don't know. He was so careful in hiding its crookedness from me that I think he feared it. I've told you about the contract with Stubener. Dad put in that clause about crookedness. The first crooked thing my manager Hid was to break the contract.” “And yet you are going to fight this Tom Cannam. Is it worth while?” » He looked at her quickly. “Don’t you want me to?" “Dear lover, I want you to do whatever you want” So she said and to herself, her words still ringing Ln her, ears, sjje

marveled that she. not least among the stubbornly independent of the breed us Sangster. should utter them. Yet she knew they were true, and 31e was glad. “It will be fun.” he said. 1 don’t understand all the gleeful details.” “I haven’t worked them out yet. You might help me. In the first place I’m going to double cross Stubener and the betting syndicate. It will be part of the joke. I am going to put Cannam out in the first round. For the first time 1 shall be really angry when I fight Poor Tom Cannam, who’s as crooked as the rest, will be the chief sacrifice. “You see, 1 intend to make a speech In the ring. It’s unusual, but it will be a success, for I am going to tell the audience all the Inside workings of the game. It’s a good game, too, but they’re running it on business principles, and that’s what spoils it. But there. I’m giving the speech to you instead of at the ring.” "I wish I could be there to hear.” she said. He looked at her and debated. “I'd like to have you. But it’s sure to be a rough time. There is no telling what may happen when I start my program. But I’ll come straight to you as soon as it’s over. And it will be the last appearance of young Glendon in the ring—in any ring.” “But. dear, you’ve never made a speech in your life.” she objected. “You might fail.” He shook his head positively. “I’m Irish.” he announced, “and what Irishman was there who couldn’t speak?” He paused to laugh merrily. “Stubener thinks I’m crazy. Says a man can't train on matrimony. A lot he knows about matrimony, or me, or you, or anything except real’ estate and fixed fights. But I’ll show him that night, and poor Tom too. I really feel sony for Tom.” “My dear abysmal brute is going to behave most abysmally and brutally, I fear.” she murmured. He laughed. “I’m going to make a noble attempt at it. Positively my last appearance, you know. And then it will be you, YOU. But If you don’t want that last appearance say the word.” "Os course 1 want it, Big Man. 1 want my Big Man for himself, and to be himself he must be himself. If you want this I want it for you and for myself too. Suppose I said I wanted to go on the stage or to the south seas or the north pole?” He answered slowly, almost solemnly: "Then I’d say go ahead. Because you are you and must be yourself and do whatever you want. I love you because you are you.” “And we’re both a silly pair of lovers,” she said when his embrace had relaxed. “Isn’t it great!” he cried. He s*ood up. measured the sun with his eye and extended his hand out over the big woods that covered the serried, purple ranges. “We’ve got to sleep out there somewhere. It’s thirty miles to the nearest camp.” **•*•*♦ Who of all the sports present will ever forget the memorable night at the Golden Gate arena when young Glendon put Tom Cannam to sleep and an even greater one than Tom Cannam. kept the great audience on the ragged edge of riot for an hour, caused the subsequent graft investigation of the supervisors and the indictments of the contractors and the building commissioners and pretty generally disrupted the whole fight game? It was a complete surprise. Not even Stubener had the slightest apprehension of what was coming. It was true that his man had been insubordinate after the Nat Powers affair and had run off and got married. But all that was over. Young Pat had done the expected—swallowed the inevitable crookedness of the ring and come back into it again. The Golden Gate arena was new. This was its first fight, and it was the biggest building of the kind San Francisco had ever erected. It seated 25.000, and every seat was occupied. Sports had traveled from all over the world to be present, and they had paid SSO for their ringside seats. The cheapest seat in the house had sold for $5. The old familiar roar of applause went up when Billy Morgan, the veteran announcer, climbed through the ropes and bared his gray head. As he opened his mouth to speak, a heavy crash came from a near section where several tiers of low seats had collapsed. The crowd broke into loud laughter and shouted jocular regrets and advice to the victims, none of whom had been hurt. The crash of the seats and the hilarious uproar caused the captain of police in charge to look at one of his lieutenants and lift his brows in token that they would have their hands full and a lively night One by one, welcomed by uproarious applause, seven doughty old ring heroes climbed through the ropes to be introduced. They were all ex-heavy-weight champions of the world. Billy Morgan accompanied each presentation to the audience with an appropriate phrase. One was hailed as “Honest John” and “Old Reliable;” another was “the squarest two fisted fighter the ring ever saw.” And of others: “The hero of a hundred battles and never threw one and never laid down;” “the gamest of the old guard:” “the only one who ever came back;” “the greatest warrior of them all,” and “the hardest nut in the ring to crack.” All this took time. A speech was Insisted on from each of them, and they mumbled and muttered in reply with proud blushes and awkward shamblings. I The longest speech was from “Old Reliable" and lasted nearly a minute. : Then they had to be photographed. The ring filled up with celebrities, with champion wrestlers, famous conditioners and veteran timekeepers and referees. Lightweights and middleweights swarmed. Everybody seemed to be challenging everybody. I . . ’ ‘"i-.

"!Tal was there demanding a return match from young Glqndon. and so were all the othqr shining lights whom Glendon had snuffed out. Also they all challenged ..’ini Hanford. who. :n turn, tpul to make his statement, which was to the effect r!s it he would accord the next tight the winner of the one that was ;;t to take place. The audience im- . dlately proceeded to name the winner. half of it wildly crying “Glendon" and the other half "Powers.” In the midst of the pandemonium another tier of seats went down, and half a dozen rows were on between cheated ticket holders and the stewards who bad been reaping a fat harvest. The captain dispatcher! a message to headquarters for additional police details. The crowd was feeling good. When Cannam and Glendon made their ring entrances the arena resembled a national political convention. Each was cheered for a solid five minutes The ring was now cleared. Glendon sat in his corner surrounded by his seconds. As usual Stubener was at his back. Cannam was introduced first, and after he had scraped and diicked his head he was compelled to respond to the cries for a speech. lie stammered and halted, but managed to grind out several ideas. “I’m proud to be here tonight." he said, and found space to capture another thought while the applause was thundering. “I’ve fought square. I’ve fought square all my life. Nobody can deny that. And I’m going to do my best tonight.” There were loud cries of “That’s right, Tom!” “We know that!” “Good boy, Tom!" “You’re the boy to fetch the bacon home!” CHAPTER XI. THEN came Glendon’s turn. From him likewise a speech was demanded, though for principals to give speeches was an unprecedented thing in the prize ring. Billy Morgan held up his hand for silence, and in a clear, powerful voice Glendon began. “Everybody has told you they were proud to be here tonight,” he said. “1 am not.” The audience was startled, and he paused long enough to let it sink home. “I am not proud of my company. You wanted a speech. I’ll give you a real one. This is my last fight. After tonight I leave the ring for good. Why? I have already told you. I don’t like my company. The prize ring is so crooked that no man engaged in it can hide behind a corkscrew. It is rotten to the core, from the little professional clubs right up to this affair tonight” The low rumble of astonishment that had been rising at this point burst into a roar. There were loud boos and hisses, and many began crying: “Go on with the fight!” “We want the fight!” “Why don’t you fight?” Glendon, waiting, noted that the principal disturbers near the ring were promoters and managers and fighters. In vain did he strive to make himself heard. The audience was divided, half crying out, “Fight!” and the other half “Speech, speech!” Ten minutes of hopeless madness prevailed. Stubener, the referee, the / — > 1 “Everybody has told you they were proud to be here tonight.” owner of the arena, and the promoter of the fight, pleaded with Glendon to go on with the fight. When he refused the referee declared that he would award the fight in forfeit to Cannam if Glendon did not fight “You can’t do it,” the latter retorted. “I’ll sue you in all the courts if you try that on, and I’ll not promise you that you’ll survive this crowd if you cheat it out of the fight. Besides, I’m going to fight. But before Ido I’m going to finish my speech.” “But it’s against the rules.” protested the referee. “It’s nothing of the sort. There’s not a word in the rules against ringside speeches. Every big fighter her* touight has mhde a speech.” “Only a few words,” shouted the promoter in Glendon’s ear. “But you’re giving a lecture.” “There’s nothing in the rules against lectures,” Glendon answered. “And now you fellows get out of the ring, or I’ll throw you out.” The promoter, apoplectic and struggling, was dropped over the ropes by his coat collar. He was a large man, but so easily had Glendon done it with one hand that the audience went wild with de light ’ - ■ (To be continued—) —Alsyke and timothy seed for sale by A. W. Strieby & Son.

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