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The Marvel, v. 11, no. 283, New Series, June 26, 1909.
Contributor
Hardy, Arthur S.
Date Added
9 January 2014
Format
Journal
Language
English
Publish Date
1909-06-26
Publisher
London : Printed and Published Weekly by the Proprietors at 23, Bouverie Street, The Fleetwood House
Source
Dime Novels and Popular Literature
Alternate Title
Tom Sayers' Flight / by Arthur S. Hardy.
Topic
Dime novels > Specimens. Children's periodicals, English. Boys > Great Britain > Periodicals. Adventure stories, English > Periodicals.
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Payers littered the t-.2‘.-lo. The room was a. curious ndiuixture
of luxuij; and squalor.
The blinds were close drawn. Gus illuminated the interior,
rind it was turned full on, and flaring high.
There was a telephone set upon the table. Garvin hurled
himself into an armchair with 9. sigh of relief, and immediately
gripped the arms with treinbling hands. His face was gliastly to
see. The blood still flowed from the cut in his forehead. As for
Tom, no sooner had he entered the room than he felt his strength
leave him, and the place swung round. He almost collapsed
upon a sofa. and stretelied himself out there panting for breath,
feeling more used up than ever before in all his life.
Garvin for the moment was the stronger man of the two.
His peculiar nervous strength kept him up. He lifted the
receiver of? the teleplione-stiind, and gave 9. number. There
was ci nionie1it'.-3 quick interchange of conversation, and then
Tom hr-Hrd his companion say in It voice which sounded far
away, and seemed to only just penetrate through the heavy
mist which had formed before Toiifs eyes:
" It‘s all right, Siyers! The doctor is coniiiig. HP is a
PTl"I1('ll1!lf1Il. but he is one of the best of fellows. He will <oon
put us to rights; if there are no bones broken.”
TI-.eii everything seemed to fade away to Tom, and he felt as
if LL could liurdly brcatlie.
CHAPTER 4.
Strained Relations.
" OVI‘ is he ? ”
Tom heard the question asked as he opened his
eyes-, and looked up in bewildermeiit.
He saw Philip Garvin s-ented in a chair, with at
IL‘. -lo;-c wound round his forehead, rind ll. strange 111-".Yl with n
lie’-zird bonding down met him. The latter smiled and nodded
as he looked at Tom.
" Monsieur,” he cried. “ You are better now.”
Toni with an exclrinmtion ulmost of anger swung hinisclf
’U’AII(.I. and set his feet on the ground.
"I should hope so,” he cried. “ Have I been guilty of the
liunizm wruilmess of fuintiniz?”
“ It is tl.c reaction,” explained the doctor. " The exciterncnt
must limo lmvri ti'c;m=ndous. A great struin. Besides, you
have her-ii ixudly bruised. See; the arm! It has bcen ulniost
broken ! "
Torn found that ho wns minus his coat, and that the right
vliirt-slectxa haul been rolled up high above his elbow. He
looked sit the arm and saw it great black and red weal <'Xt(‘n(llll)‘.(
right ucross the bicep and tricep niuscles. The doctor touched
the arm, and Tom winced.
“ Just 50,” said the Frenchniiin.
Monsieur Sayers.”
Tom hit his lip. His eyes flushed. He had fainted. And
yet he had not fc t so bud until he hnd entered the room. though
hc had u. premonition that all was not right when he had begged
Garvin to drive him Ironic. '
“ Whut about you, Garvin 7" asked Tom.
“ Monsieur Garvin has been seriously wounded,” amid the
doctor, “ but it is nothing dangerous. After a. sound ni;:ht‘s
sleep he will be hiniself ngrrin, as you English say. But to think
that a. mun cannot undertulw experiments in Rheinis without
being set upon by a pack of cuts 2 It is terrible ! ”
Tom Sayers at that moment. chanced to glance at the face of
the clock that ticked loudly on the nmntelpiccc.
The point. of the big hiind pointed to twenty-five minutes
past nine, and he had to be in the ring, dressed for the fight, and
ready to face the Franz-,h.Cnnndinn at half-pnst !
Tom staggered to his feet. As he did so he felt so weak
that he could scarcely stand en-ct.
“ It is a momentary weal-mess,” cried the doctor, smiling as ho
ntidded encouragingly to Turn. "It will soon pass away.”
Tom clenched his teeth.
“ Soon pass away. doctor ! I’ he cried. “ It must soon pass
away. I have to fight Francois Gilette to-night. I must be in
the ring in five minutes!”
“ It is a. twenty minutes’ ride to the Pnluis do Justice,"
answered the doctor. “It is impossible.”
" But,” criod Garvin. “there is the taxicab ut the door.
Take it, Tom. drive to the Hall. Explain to the audience whut,
has happened. They will excuse you. I shall never forgive
myself. for I fear I have been the Cllll.‘-L0 of you not l(l.’(‘ping your
uppoirituiciit. there."
" Let me go,” cried Tom, rnnkingz :1. step forward.
As he did so he swrtyr-(l, nnd had to clutch the tnble for support.
The doctor held Tom in his arms.
“ It is inipossililc for you to tight to-niizlit I " he cried. “ It
is impossible, Monsieur Sayorsl It is brave of you to think
of it even. It is your bullalog I-Iiiglisli coumizo which ninltrs you
wish to make the inipossible possible. But it cannot tic. You
could not use your right hand. You would ho bcuten. You
shall have my crrtiiirutc 3'’
THE MARVEL, No. 283.
IIEXT WEDNESDAY:
" It was a nasty blow,
"TOII SAYER8 II PARIS."
A Splrndlrl Till of the Ring.
By Ar$iCI Edy.
Torn gr-oaiied, and then smiled sadly as he looked at the
doctor. 4
“ Not all the cei'tifica.tcs in the world could restore me my
lost honour, doctor!” he cried.
“ You may be better in a. day or so, on the word of Dr.
Sinionidy,” said the doctor with a smile. “But I11el:l.n“’IllIt‘,
you niust have rest and attention. You must treat your
bruises. You must take care. The effect of the blows you
have received will not pass away for more than twenty-four
hours yet. You must have patience.”
" Patience ! ” echoed Tom. “Patience! I have a load of
it ; but it will not make my friends believe in me. I must go to
the Hall ; if not to tight, at least to let them see exactly how I
arm. I must. I must! ’
With a. wonderful effort Tom staggered out. of the room, and
down the stairs. He left his bagrbeliind him. What did he
want with his bag ? He would not be able to fight the French-
Ctllilltlltln. He felt. as weak as a. babe. But he wished Sam
Betliul and Ben Kelly, and the audience to see that he had
been badly hurt, and the reports in the newspapers in the mom-
ing would justify him in the eyes of all honest men.
He Sturnbled half-dazed down the stairs mid, fumbling at tho
latch he opened the street-door. He saw the taxicab waiting out-
side and its driver fuming on the kerb. The fellow believed that
ho was not going to be paid.
j‘ My mmic-yr My money 1" he cried, nishing up to '1' om.
" Give me my money ! ”
Toni felt in his pocket with his left hand, produced it ten-fl M10
gold piece, and hrmded it to the rnrm.
“ Tl)(‘l'P you are,” he cried ; " take it I
the Hull of Commerce.”
' The Illlln guve Tom a look, opened the door of the cab to let liiin
in, closed it again with a bong, and then, leaping to his >L'd.I',
drove away.
Toni IlCi11‘(l Dr. Sinionidy shouting after him as the cab flnslicfl
-'llI9iUI. but he did not heed, and he was so weak that he l(‘.'lIllv
his hczid !l,L‘HlnSt the cool pcgunioid of the cushions to still its
”‘"‘l’lll"LT “9 the cab jolted along. How long it took hiin I0
reach the Hull he never know. But he unived there itt lust
to timl hundreds of people gathered outuide. They gnzml in
curiosity at the wild, pale-faced lad who got out of the MI!
iiml who, without giving any coin to the driver, rushed up to
the 4-iitrziiico-doors, and I)l‘illl.'C(l upon thorn wildly with his
I1:-IS as if he meant to break them in.
The doors were opened, and a face peered out.
“ Who is there Y ”
" It’s I, Tom Sayers I Let me through; I am to tight
Francois Gilette hero to-night ! ”
The man laughed nnd banged the door to in Tom’5 fucc.
" You’ro too late, Monsieur! ” he cried. “ You should have
been in the ring at half-past nine!”
‘Tom nipped and banged upon the doors until he felt that
his hands were bruised, and then, gaining control of himself lgv 2).
iiiiizhty effort. he staggered round the building, ran to one of the
side entrarice-doors, and beat upon the panels there. A
curious crowd followed him, whispering amongst themselves.
The door was opened. A face peered out. Tom repeated the
words he had spoken at the front doors. The man lnnghed.
He was a personal acquaintance of Francois Gilette, and the
word hnyirig reached the coloured pugilist that Tom Sayers
was not in the building and could not be found, the French-
(7flI'l3dI8.n. Wishing to have the forfeit-money paid him without
his having to strike a blow for it. asked that the doors might.
bc’kcpt closed, and that no one should be admitted.
Pom hanged on the door again and again, and some of the
crowd, coming to his assistance, and seeing me human, of it.‘
best upon the panels too.
The din they made was more than even the doorkceper
could stand. He opened the door again.
" Get away ! ” he cried. " Make less noise, or it will bc the
xi-or.-'o for you 1 ”
‘ Tom was beside himself with rage and indignation by this
time, and he stifled the man‘s speech by hitting him between’
the eyes, and as the fellow stag cred away from the door
Pom Sayers dashed through it, an , making his way somehow,
he never quite knew how, to the body of the hell, he rushed into
it to find the plow in a. state of uproar that battled description,
xfliilst men seemed topbe fighting and battling all around the
ring. phairs were being overturned. Mon and women were
swrvniiiirig. The noise was deafening.
Tun) made his way amongst the mass of overturned clmirs,
mid clbowcd of? the men who were crowding towards the
(‘XI 9.
And then he came in contact with Sam Bcthal all of a sudden,
when ho lll.n(‘lI‘fI he would novor sec 9. friend in.
'l'oni hold out his arms nppcnlingly, and sum, with u, or - cf
divomiy, as he saw how white 'I.‘om’s face was, and how il ho
Iookul, caught the lad in his arms.
" Tom ! " he cried. “ Tom, my Ind, whittc-vet's hop nod ‘I ”
“ I went. to the assistance of a man who was nttac ed by n
gang of hooligans,“ c.x‘pln.ine(.I Tom, “ and they gave me a
“mu, am, MID rm." mo c
And now drive me to
D U) .
E STIIIGMES.
A Thrilling Hkiry of the fhvnlmdn And
I..u.ll Am-pins. By 5. Chris Rock.