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surge；　was　to　his　brain　no　more　than　the　velvet　cool　of　a

summer　twilight。



Into　the　seventeenth　round　Danny　carried　his　rally。　Rivera；

under　a　heavy　blow；　drooped　and　sagged。　His　hands　dropped

helplessly　as　he　reeled　backward。　Danny　thought　it　was　his

chance。　The　boy　was　at；　his　mercy。　Thus　Rivera；　feigning；

caught　him　off　his　guard；　lashing　out　a　clean　drive　to　the

mouth。　Danny　went　down。　When　he　arose；　Rivera　felled　him　with　a

down…chop　of　the　right　on　neck　and　jaw。　Three　times　he　repeated

this。　It　was　impossible　for　any　referee　to　call　these　blows

foul。



〃Oh；　Bill！　Bill！〃　Kelly　pleaded　to　the　referee。



〃I　can't；〃　that　official　lamented　back。　〃He　won't　give　me　a

chance。〃



Danny；　battered　and　heroic；　still　kept　coming　up。　Kelly　and

others　near　to　the　ring　began　to　cry　out　to　the　police　to　stop

it；　though　Danny's　corner　refused　to　throw　in　the　towel。　Rivera

saw　the　fat　police　captain　starting　awkwardly　to　climb　through

the　ropes；　and　was　not　sure　what　it　meant。　There　were　so　many

ways　of　cheating　in　this　game　of　the　Gringos。　Danny；　on　his

feet；　tottered　groggily　and　helplessly　before　him。　The　referee

and　the　captain　were　both　reaching　for　Rivera　when　he　struck

the　last　blow。　There　was　no　need　to　stop　the　fight；　for　Danny

did　not　rise。



〃Count！〃　Rivera　cried　hoarsely　to　the　referee。



And　when　the　count　was　finished；　Danny's　seconds　gathered　him

up　and　carried　him　to　his　corner。



〃Who　wins？〃　Rivera　demanded。



Reluctantly；　the　referee　caught　his　gloved　hand　and　held　it

aloft。



There　were　no　congratulations　for　Rivera。　He　walked　to　his

corner　unattended；　where　his　seconds　had　not　yet　placed　his

stool。　He　leaned　backward　on　the　ropes　and　looked　his　hatred　at

them；　swept　it　on　and　about　him　till　the　whole　ten　thousand

Gringos　were　included。　His　knees　trembled　under　him；　and　he　was

sobbing　from　exhaustion。　Before　his　eyes　the　hated　faces　swayed

back　and　forth　in　the　giddiness　of　nausea。　Then　he　remembered

they　were　the　guns。　The　guns　were　his。　The　Revolution　could　go

on。











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