110 SIMPSON, MYSELF AND THE PERSONAGE. 



" That's right, Jack, you're a good 'un, 'eart 

 an' 'and ! " 



" Watch 'im, watch 'im ! There, good un ! " 



By this time the Personage had lost his silk 

 sash, his shirt was torn open from shoulder to belt, 

 and his hairless head was, as Dr. Doyle would say, 

 a study in scarlet. Rudder, on the other hand, 

 was still in prime condition. He was badly out of 

 wind and he had a lump under his left eye like a 

 pigeon's egg, but there was unlimited fight in that 

 huge, lanky frame of his. He made a furious lead 

 at his foe. The two men grappled and clinched. 

 The Spaniard was forced to the wall. 



" Give it to him, Yank ! " 



" Look sharp, Yank ; 'e'll spur." 



And spur he did. That was what he had been 

 waiting for. He jabbed the sharp steel rowel 

 deep into the calf of Rudder Simpson's leg and 

 ground it to and fro in the wound. 



" Down killick ! " 



" Kill the Dago ! " 



In Rudder's effort to escape the spur he had 

 lost his balance, and the two desperate men fell 

 to the earth together. 



" Bully for you ! " 



" Kill 'im, Yank ! " 



" Don't get gallied ! " 



