DAL HAWKINS F. IVIY VALET 



made a match for 200 dollars a side for my " dark 

 one" against "Dal." He hadn't put down his stake 

 so I roasted him one day in the Baldwin House at 

 San Francisco. 



" I've put up ten 20-dollar gold pieces," I said. 

 " Where's your money ? Afraid of being whipped ? 

 Wliy should I leave my money down any longer ? " 

 He looked at me a bit ugly like, and then said : "Oh ! 

 I'll get it," and went out of the place to do so. He 

 came back with 100 dollars, all he could raise for the 

 moment, so we made the match for the reduced sum 

 down, on the understanding that it was to be increased 

 to 500 dollars later on. I had done the thing for a bit 

 of a joke at first, but MacGoolrich was always so sure 

 of what he could do, so I stuck to it. Of course it 

 had all started by my kidding Dal. It was to be one 

 of several bouts put on at the Opera House, San 

 Francisco. I remember that Pittsburg Phil and I had 

 the big stage box. 



MacGoolrich had stage fright, I could see, but apart 

 from that he was no class at all. If Dal had gone 

 for him in the first round my man would have been 

 down and out in no time at all. But Hawkins sparred 

 cautiously, not being sure whether I had sprung a 

 real daisy on him. He was fogged about it all. When 

 they came up for the second turn there was no time 

 lost, and Mac was cut to ribbons. My ! but Hawkins 

 simply murdered him. Mac, in fact, was out for a 

 long time. Wliat a game they had with him when he 

 went racing again ! The boys would rattle a bucket 

 behind him, or run up quietly and then yell : " Look 

 out, Mac, here's Dal coming." 



No one left him alone at all and his life was a misery. 

 But he had been such a swanker before with regard 

 to his fighting ! And to think in that first round Dal 



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