The Argosy, August 1914 — page 11: what you’re looking at

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J. Farl Clauson (A FULL BOOK-LENGTH NOVBL COMPLETE.) CHAPTER I. KNOCKED OUT. HE roar of the crowd reached Sam Levine in his tucked-up office in a far corner of the vast building as miles inland may be heard the low rumble of the surf. He pulled out a big, gold watch, glanced at it carelessly, and leaned back in his chair jingling the fob seals, a compla- cent smile lighting his strong face. His labors for the night were over. He had assisted at the counting of the box-office receipts, which had revealed a highly satisfactory return for the la- bors. that had preceded this evening. His private wagers had been profitably laid and systematically recorded. Re- mained only the outcome of the battle. r A Barring accidents, it was a great night for Sam Levine. It not only car- ried him into the first rank as a judge of ring material, but it set his feet firmly on the highway to fortune. And money was not dross. There had been hours when he had questioned the wisdom of the policy of concentrating all his managerial ac- tivities on Jack Garrett. That the young man had the makings of a top- notcher he never doubted. Pluck, sci- ence, strength—they stood out as ob- vious as the muscles of his arms and chest, or the cords which helped to make him lightning fast. They were so clearly defined, in short, and so successfully carried imto practise that the manager, yielding to the speculative instinct of his race, had CORMICOOOKS (C@