ters for success, his technique consisting of kicking, choking and bone-breaking.
With a terrific smack Lander's left caught him between the eyes and jolted the thick head back. Rummy grunted and shook his head and gamely bored in again.
With a swinging upper-cut Lander's right went to his jaw, straightening him out in the air. When he struck the turf he remained very quiet.
"This is all foolishness!" Lander fumed at Prevost.
Prevost smiled crookedly, his eyes twinkling.
"It's the kind of foolishness that keeps you from digging back to St. Louis where they might make it hot for you along of what you done to a A. F. C. man," he said.
There had been five couples in the last bout, and Lander and his man had been the first to finish.
"Pretty nifty work, younker," chuckled Long Simons. "But ye can pound my head all day without botherin' me any, less ye git so tarnal careless as to bust my pipe. Then I would git mad."
Prevost leaped among the fighters and pulled a couple apart and warned:
