Up the man leaped, but his opponent followed closely. Another blow sent the bully of the roundhouse to earth again.
The excitement was intense, for the witnesses saw that the stranger was determined to end the fight as soon as possible.
Slugs got up, but he was in no condition to carry on the battle, and he fell again almost instantly. Then the fighting youth stood over him with clinched fists and flashing eyes, demanding:
“Have you got enough?”
“Yes,” gasped the whipped ruffian; “I give up!”
CHAPTER XV.
STRIKING A JOB.
A shout went up. For the first time since his entrance into the roundhouse Old Slugs was whipped. He had browbeaten and bullied everybody except the foreman, and now this clean, boyish-looking stranger had defeated him in a square fight.
Such a thing had seemed beyond the range of possibility, but it had happened.
“Here comes the foreman!”