Part 18 (1/2)
Nicolas also sprang to his feet and as the two men came together again they threw wrestling tactics to the winds and brought their fists into play. It was plainly apparent that neither had ever been schooled in the art of self-defense and there was nothing skillful about the fight that followed.
The attempts of each to ward off the blows of the other were ludicrous and of little avail. Almost every blow started went home and it became apparent to the spectators that in this kind of fighting the man who could withstand the most punishment and land the hardest blows must be the victor.
Several hard jolts had found their way to Ivan's face, but he did not show any symptoms of being unable to continue the battle. His face was a sight, but so was the face of Nicolas, for the matter of that. Both men swung hard and often, and nine out of every ten times each landed.
Also both were panting heavily now and it was perfectly plain that the fight must come to an end soon. And it did, but more suddenly than could have been expected.
Nicolas, swinging wildly for Ivan's chin, had left an opening as large as a house. The merest novice must have taken advantage of it. To Hal and Chester, both skillful boxers, it was the best opening that had been presented during the entire fight, and Hal cried out:
”Quick, Ivan!”
But his words were not needed. Ivan had seen the opening and had acted promptly.
”Smack!” his right fist landed heavily between Nicolas' eyes.
”Smack!” it was his left landing on the point of Nicolas' jaw.
”Cras.h.!.+” It sounded like the breaking of bones. There was a brief silence, followed by another crash. The first was Ivan's right over Nicolas' mouth and the second was the sound caused as Nicolas tumbled to the ground, unconscious.
There was a twinkle in Ivan's eye as he surveyed his fallen foe.
”Some fighter, that fellow,” he said. ”I didn't believe he had it in him.
But I would have had him sooner if he hadn't fooled me.”
”You certainly would,” said Hal. ”You see, Ivan, that's your trouble. You know nothing of boxing. Had you been, a boxer you could have polished him off easily.”
”There is no science to using your fists,” said Ivan decidedly. ”The only thing is to hit your opponent before he hits you.”
”True enough,” said Chester, ”and that's where skill plays a part. For instance now, I suppose I could keep you from ever touching me, big as you are, and I venture to say I could land upon you almost at will, though possibly not hard enough to put you out. You're too big for that.”
”Ho! Ho!” laughed Ivan gleefully. ”Hear the little fellow talk. Why, you couldn't even lay a finger on me. I would just hold out one of my long arms and you couldn't get near me.”
Chester smiled.
”It sounds easy enough,” he said. ”But take my word for it, I know what I am talking about.”
”Well, show me,” said Ivan.
”I will some time,” was the reply. ”Right now we'll have to tie Nicolas up and finish our sleep.”
But when Nicolas had been safely secured, Ivan declared that he would not go to sleep until he had proven to Chester just how easy it would be to handle him.
”Well, all right, then,” said Chester, ”I'll show you. But remember, don't you crack me too hard if you do happen to land.”
Chester placed himself quickly in an att.i.tude of defense, left arm extended slightly, right arm well back. Crouching slightly and treading on his toes, he stepped lightly around Ivan, who, with arms wide, waited for him to come in.
Chester feinted quickly with his left and brought his right forward as he stepped in close. The right fist b.u.mped the giant's chin gently, for Chester had not struck hard. A moment later his left landed almost in the same spot, a trifle harder, and he escaped Ivan's rush and wild swing by side-stepping nimbly.
There was a puzzled expression on Ivan's face as he followed the lad about the cavern, Chester dancing nimbly first to this side and then that. Once the lad let the giant come close, and when he swung, Chester jerked his head aside sharply and the blow pa.s.sed over his shoulder.