he pinned Locke up against the crowd, that could not make room for his free movement; but once Tom got under his arm and away, and once he met the aggressor with such a sudden storm of blows that Hoover was checked and driven back. After that both men were bleeding, the Bully having received a stiff smash on the nose.
The crowd shouted applause and instruction:
"Fine work, Lefty!"
"Keep after him, Jock! Put him out!"
"You've got him going! Follow him up!"
"Look out for his left, boy!"
"Soak him another in the same place—that's the stuff!"
"Well," said Bent King, in wonderment, "I'll be hanged if Locke isn't holding his own with that terrier!"
Apparently Janet did not hear him. A little color had risen into her cheeks, and her bosom was heaving against her tightly clenched hands. She was still fearful of the final result, but he with whom her throbbing heart sympathized had met his brutal enemy like a man of courage, and made it a worthy battle. She could hear Hoover breathing heavily, like one on whom the tremendous strain was beginning to tell at last, while
