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"Ah! Likewise soar--and

remember--the chin, a little to one side preferred"

"So then you think I shall be beaten?"

"Why, I don't say that, but it's best to be prepared, aren't it

now?"

And, with a friendly nod, the Innkeeper turned away In that

sareeted Black George's last throw, and Job, striding up,

announced: "Ninety-eight!"

Then, while the air still echoed with their plaudits, I stepped

into the ring, and, catching up the hath of an to wheel it

The iron spun faster and faster till, setting my teeth, with the

whole force of every fibre, every nerve, andatfast

as I watched its curving flight And now all voices were hushed

so that the ring of the iron could be plainly heard as it struck

the hard road, and all eyes watched Job, as he began pacing

towards us As he drew nearer I could hear hi to