Part 53 (1/2)
With a blackin on him He stepped aside
”No, you don't!” he cried ”Take that”
He threw one of his clubs at ood this trip, Mister Man I was goin' to kill you, but I thought ht and let the best reat mountain of infuriated humanity and then at the club he had tossed to hostlyblacknesses
”Cout Take that up before I open your skull with this”
He prodded me full in the chest with the end of his weapon I needed no second bidding Evidently, it was he or I for it
In fact, since the moment we first met at Golden Crescent that had been the issue hich I had always been confronted Joe Clark or George Breo down under the heel of the other
I grabbed up the club and stood on guard for the terrific onslaught Joe immediately made on me
He threw his arm in the air and came in on me like a mad buffalo Had the blow he aiinal force, these lines never would have been written; but its strength was partly shorn by the club co branch of a tree
I parried that blow, but still it beat down round before Clark, as I tried to find an opening I soon discovered, however, that this was not a fight where one could wait for openings Openings had to be made, and ether and rushed at him as he had rushed atot hoht hiht, for sure, I had smashed his skull But no such luck; Joe Clark's bones were too stoutly ainst a tree for a second, looking dazed as he wiped a flow of blood from his face
”For God's sake, hed derisively
”The hell you say! Quit,--nothin'; not till one of us quits for keeps”
He rallied and careater wariness than previously He poked aton thesideways on ht his club with both hands, raised it high in the air and brought it doith all his sledge-hath
This ti Oh!--I knew just how strong I was, and I gloried in el than before There was going to be no breaking through as he had done last tiht it was
I met that terrific crash at the place I kneould tell With the crack of a gun-shot, his club shi+vered into a dozen splinters againstbut a few inches of wood in his torn hands
He stood irresolute
”Will you quit now?” I cried