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G4 JACK AND HIS SEVEN FOES, Jerek Grittle was close by talking to two men of the unmistakable Yankee ae One was ‘fifty, the other twenty, both mon six feet high, with hands and fect -of enormous size. The younger man was especially favoured in this respect. They all three saw Jacob as soon as he saw them, and lounged towards him with the familiar ease of their breed. ‘Stranger,’ said Jerek, ‘‘ pause a bit. Here are two friends and neighbours who -would be glad to make your acquaintance. ”’ ‘“Very pleased, I’m sure ‘Vour «name;’ believe, Brown.”’ s No, it tsn’t,’’ was the reply ; ey name 1s Jacob aie mby..’ “TY thought so,” said Jerek Grittle, complacently, satisfied with having drawn itfromhim. ‘These neighbours of mine are father and son—Shdeaway Bunks, senior, and Shdeaway Bunks, junior.” “Glad to see you, sir,’ each extended a long paw. Jacob shook hands, thinking it wise to be on good terms with all just then, and was moving off when Slideaway Bunks, junior, called him back. ce Mr. Jacob Sturmby,” he said. “Sir to you,” replied Jacob. said Jerek,# ‘is, I ’ they said, and 2 CDW AIA FS RODEO 2D CR 2 £09 002 0D 2 , said Jacob. - ee “You have a young friend with you, I believe P”’ “1 have.” “‘ He is tall, friend Grittle says.” “Triend Grittle has told the truth.” “And he is from the little island across the pond.” “We is English,” was the reply. “So, then, he can ‘wrastle?” Shdeaway Bunks, junior. ‘‘He may be able, but I don’t know.” ‘‘ Perhaps it is con-ve-ni-ent for you not to know ?” “What do you mean?” demanded Jacob. “He may not wish to wrastle,” drawled Shdeaway, junior. “ He may not care to meet a son of this vigorous country. ‘““ He could not do so just now,” Jacob, * he is in ill health.” ‘“ Bad health 18 con-ve-ni-ent, t00, said sald sometimes,’ said Slideaway, junior, with a low chuckle. “Why, you mutton-headed fool,” cried Jacob, ‘‘what do you mean?” ‘“Sturmby,” said a quiet voice behind him, “do not quarrel ‘with him.- If this gentleman is really anxious to wrestle, I will oblige him.” And turning, Jacob Sturmby saw to his amazement and alarm that it was | Jack. x a CD20 4 Os CDRA ED3 EDIE UD MH? CHAPTER XXXVIT. SLIDEAWAY, JUNIOR, TAS A WRESTLING TREAT—-THE WOUNDED MANOR Or THE BOWIE BOYS. ‘© Dear lad,” said Jacob Sturmby, in an undertone, “ why have anything to do with such a brute? There’s no honour or glory init; you might as well have a fight with a young buffalo.” “Itisnot my desire,” replied Jack, “but I overheard what he said, and I know that I shall get no peace or rest until I have a bout with him.” ‘* But how will it end, dear lad ? ” “1 don’t know, Jacob; I trust more to skill than strength just new.” “Shdey, my son,’ said Slideaway Bunks; senior; “that ere’ British youngster looks the sort to cut and come again.” “ He won’t come again with me, T’ll bet,” replied Slideaway, j junior. “ Shdey,” said the old man, anxiously, “don’t be extravagant; we don’t often get a treat up here, and | want you to make the mostof him. Don’t waste the Britisher, but save a bit of him for another time.” “JT ain't got to bu’st him outright, then, daddy: e” “N o, Slidey, only shake him up a bit, and lay him up for a week or so. “ All right, daddy.” Advancing with a stilt-like motion of his’ legs, he ‘asked Jack if ‘He’ was ready. “At your service,’ replied Jack. “What are your rules of wrestling here?” “We have no rules,’ interposed CONnnICLOOKS.com