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2 - ry 7 at, se ad te” Ot Pe a (pam 43 = b, wis “>, . = PS 7 : ae . , ete . - e i] FISHCAKE, THE AVENGER! “Kick him! After that [ll sling him around the walls a few times. Then we'll see a doctor about your eye.” ae ‘‘Never mind my eye,” fluttered the martial- souled Nanny; “‘he’ll need the doctor !” ie The Spaniard was roaring out the end of his song. The ie cadets did not understand its import, for it was in Span- pac ish. a However, a word here and there convinced Fishcake that it was some grandiloquent anthem on the glory of is Spain. As he wound it up and the besotted crowd applauded, the flushed and braggart Don started to light his cigar. Sag Lifting the match, he seemed to espy for the first time ae crossed on the chandelier over his head an American and 54; a Cuban flag. : There his glance rested for a minute, and a hissing aspiration left his lips. The Irishman and the German had stolen in after the : cadets. Bismarck had proceeded at once to the little lunch counter a few feet from the bar proper. There he was cramming the free food outspread into his gaping jaws. age - The Irishman hovered at Fishcake’s side, his mouth ee probably watering at the sight of the glasses at the bar. Cie Wee, His eve sparkled, however, and his fists doubled as a ; Lo Fishcake’s stern eye, Nanny’s fluttering impetuosity, told Be him that'a riot would soon reward his patience. “Sorr,” he whispered ardently, “give the worrud !”’ “See here!” shouted Ouesada, “the rag!’ He had lifted the match—not to light his cigar. Instead, applying it to the drooping end of the little American banner, he ignited it. “He has set fire to The Flac!” shouted Nanny. Up in the corner of the room. coming to his feet with a slam. sprang the coat-huddled fioure. Fishcake thrilled and made a iump. “Fao a rachara lums!” roared the Irishman, ‘‘T’ll have his heart’s blood! : ae “Chiminv!” hlared Bismarck. <r He was the heaviest, the clumsiest, yet the anickest of <a all cathered there. eae comicbooks.com