The marshal won't butt again,' Green reminded.
`P'raps not, but he's put in a protest, an' I have some respect for the law, if you haven't.'
`Reckon the on'y law yu got any respect for is the law o' self-preservation,' the cowpuncher sneered, and laughed as he saw the taunt sink in. `Well, got any ideas?'
`Yes, I got the idea that yu are a professional killer an' that yu are scared to face a man without yore guns,' said Tarman. `Take off yore belt an' I'll kill yu with my hands, no holds barred. Now what have yu got to say?'
`Who'll guarannee that I get my guns back?' asked Green, suspicious that this might be a ruse to catch him unarmed. `I will,' said Snap promptly. `Give 'em to me an' yu'll have 'em when yu want 'em. What's more, yu git a square deal, or someone'll go out in the smoke.'
`An' that goes,' shouted Larry and Dirty together, with a malignant glare at the Double X faction.
Green made no further demur, but handed his belt to Snap, who buckled it above his own in such a position as to enable him no pull the guns easily. Green threw aside his coat and vest, removed his spurs, and was ready. The centre of the room was soon cleared of tables and chairs, and the spectators, cards and drinks forgotten, stood round in an eager ring. Tarman also shed his coat and vest, disclosing a mighty pair of shoulders and arms upon which the muscles stood out in bunches. He moved easily for so big a man, and as he stepped forward swinging his hands he looked a formidable opponent. He was taller and heavier than the cowboy, but the latter was in perfect physical condition and as hard as nails. He smiled confidently as the little gunman whispered: `Don't let him close with yu--he's too heavy, an' don't yu worry about anythin' but him; I'll look after the others.'
The cowpuncher nodded, aware that the advice was good. What the outcome of the fight would be he did not know, but the prospect of hammering the man before him made his body tingle and filled him with satisfaction. The primal instinct to fight with Nature's weapons possessed him, and he was glad it had not come to a shooting. A word from Snap and the combat was on.
Neither man knew much of boxing, and the ethics of pugilism were little observed in frontier encounters. It was to be a stark fight, with no respite and no mercy. There were no seconds and no referee, save the self-appointed, squinting-eyed little gunman who watched grimly, his hands never far from the butts of his guns.
For the first moment or two the men circled warily, watching for an opening. Tarman was the first to see what he took to be one, and rushing in, he swung a terrific blow at his opponent's head, which, had it landed, it might well have finished the battle. But the cowpuncher saw it in time and ducked, his shoulder taking what was meant for his head. Such was the force of the impact that he staggered and almost fell. A chorus of yells greeted this success.
Two to one on the big 'un,' shouted Blaynes, already visioning the downfall of the man he hated.
`Take yu--one hundred to fifty,' snapped Lunn.
`Good enough. Anyone else want it?' asked the foreman, his eyes on Larry and Dirty.
`Betcha life; we'll both take the same,' was the eager response of the Y Z pair.
Blaynes laughed. `Yu boys'll put in a few months workin' for nothin',' he sneered.
Meanwhile the fight went on, Tannan trying to deliver another sledgehammer blow, and Green keeping him away with savage jabs from a straight left arm and clever footwork. These tactics, though they did little damage, had the effect of misleading the big man, and many of the onlookers.
`Smash him, Joe, he's runnin' away,' growled Laban.
Probably Tarman never heard the advice but he apparently thought the same, for he rushed blindly in. At once the smaller man ducked and, as the blow whistled harmlessly over his shoulder, drove his left to the body and his right to the jaw, with a force which jerked a gasp out of the recipient. Two quick body blows from fists as hard and heavy as bags of bullets followed, and ere the big man could retaliate Green had slipped clear and was waiting for him.
Again Tarman rushed in and this time Green met him halfway and fiercely returned blow for blow. Neither man made much attempt to avoid punishment; each was intent only on hurting the other. The cowpuncher, deaf to the curses and entreaties of his friends, yielded to the madness which possessed him, took all that was coming, and was concerned only with endeavouring to give more than he got. He was conscious of but one desire--to feel his fist pounding the puffed malignant face before him. He was hardly aware of the swaying ring of shouting men, grimed with the dust which rose in clouds from the boards beneath their stamping feet, but he knew that his strength would not stand the terrific strain much longer, and that his enemy was still unbeaten.
Tarman was weakening too. For months past he had been living an easy life, and the blows to the body were beginning to tell. After five minutes of straight slogging, Nature called a halt and the men fell apart, unsteady on their feet and gasping for breath. Both showed signs of the punishment they had received; Green's cheek was gashed and one eye nearly closed, while the big man's lips were split, and both eyes badly bruised. The respite did not last a minute, for Tarman, with a grunt of rage, lurched forward with fists flying. But the breathing-space, short as it was, enabled the cowboy to regain control of himself; his wild burst of anger was sated, and he now fought warily again.
Time after time he slipped agilely away from a furious onslaught, and the task of following him was doing the bigger man no good. The adherents of the latter saw this, but Green took no notice of the taunts and jeers his tactics called forth. All at once, the very thing he had been trying to avoid happened--his foot slipped, and in an instant Tarman's mighty arms were round his shoulders. It was like being hugged by a grizzly. Fortunately for Green, the giant had caught him a shade too high, so that he was still able to administer a succession of short-arm jabs to the wind, but the clamp of those iron arms was slowly but surely crushing the life out of him. The room seemed to be swaying up and down like the deck of a ship, he saw dimly a row of contorted, bobbing faces, oaths flew from excited lips, and the swinging lights seemed to be fading. Then, at the very moment when he felt that all was over, came relief; Tarman unable to endure the torture of the body-blows another instant, broke his hold and the pair dropped apart.
Silence seized the spectators again as they watched the two men standing there apparently too exhausted to make another move. Was it to be a drawn battle? Bruised, battered, drawing their breath in great sobs, neither man looked capable of striking another blow. The harsh tones of the Y Z foreman, bitter with hatred, shattered the silence and gave the signal for the renewal of the combat.
`Yu got him beat to a frazzle, Tarman. Go in an' kill the hound.'
Like a drench of cold water the words struck the cowboy, steadied his reeling senses, and keyed up his weary body. Snap, watching him closely, saw him straighten, noted how the slack fingers bunched themselves into fists again, and promptly replied to the challenge :
Wantta double that bet, Blaynes?' he asked.
`Shore,' returned the foreman, `though it's fair robbin' yu.' `Guess yore conscience'll stand it at that,' sneered the other. `Yo're on.' And then, in an undertone to Green, he said, `Now, boy, wait for him an' give him hell.'
The cowpuncher did not have long to wait. Spitting out an oath, Tarman dashed in, his right arm swinging like a flail, intent on finishing the fight at a blow. But the smaller man was ready, alert, and watching. Instead of giving way before the onslaught he stepped to meet it and flinging his left arm upwards and outwards, knocked the advancing fist aside. The force of the parry swung the big man half round so that the left point of his jaw was towards his opponent. Like a flash of light Green's right fist shot out, with every ounce of his remaining strength behind it, and landed with a thud on the exposed spot. Tarman's head snapped back, his heels left the floor, and he crashed down. Such was the impetus of the blow that the striker also fell prone on top of the stricken man.