Sally Bishop Part 24
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"What is it?" She pressed nearer to the window.
He explained. "This yard at the back belongs to some railway company and two of their men are going to settle a difference of opinion--that's putting it mildly--as far as I can make out they mean business."
"What are they going to do?"
He answered her question by putting another. "You know I told you I belonged to the National Sporting?"
"Are they going to fight?" She caught her breath, forcing back the sense of nausea.
"Yes; bare fists with a definite end in view. Why look here--" He took her arm and gently pulled her to the window where he was standing.
"Look here, you see they've even got a.s.sistants--those two chaps with towels over their arms. The men are over in that shed--stripping, I suppose. By Jove, if I had thought of an entertainment, I couldn't have got anything more exciting than this for you. Ever seen a fight?"
"No." The word struggled through cold lips.
"P'raps you'd rather not look at this? Don't you hesitate to say so if you think it'll be disgusting."
She caught the note of disappointment. There was no mistaking it.
In this moment of excitement, he had become a child--scarce content with seeing the pa.s.sing show himself, but must drag others with him to share his delight and thereby intensify it.
"I can easily go away if I don't like it," she said.
"Yes--of course you can--of course you can. But you ought just to see the beginning, you ought to really. They'll be as quaint as two waltzing j.a.panese mice. All these preparations will put them right off at first. They'll be funked utterly and look as if they were trying to break bubbles, then they'll warm up a bit. You should see the novices at the National Sporting on Thursday afternoon. They make the whole house roar with laughter. Talk about Don Quixote and the windmills! You must just see the beginning!"
How could she disappoint or refuse him, though the prospect was a moving horror in her mind? She could close her eyes. He had called her. He wanted her to see it with him. How could she refuse, lessen herself perhaps in his opinion? She leant out upon the window-sill and looked bravely below. Their shoulders were touching--she found even consolation and a.s.sistance in that.
"Do you think it'll be long?" she asked in a low voice.
"Don't know; it all depends. I hope it won't be too short. Sure you don't mind?"
She was possessed of that same motive which induces a woman to make light, to make nothing of her pain and her suffering to the man she loves. In such moments--loving deeply--she looks upon it, speaks of it, as a visitation of which she is ashamed. Begs him to forgive her that she suffers. It is an entire abnegation of self. It was so in this matter with Sally.
"I'm quite sure," she replied, as she held, with tightening hands and knuckles white, upon the window-sill.
CHAPTER XVI
The two men emerged from the shed where they had put away their coats.
They were stripped to the waist. The couple of lamps that the yard provided, lit up their skin--sickly yellow--and the surrounding houses flung shadows in confusion.
"They'll have a job to hit straight," said Traill, tensely. His eyes were riveted before him. He did not look at her, did not see her white, drawn face. She raised her head, gazing at the black, leaden patch of sky that was to be seen through the muddle of roofs and walls.
A wondering crossed her mind of all the horrible sights and scenes that were being enacted under that same impenetrable curtain of darkness which hung over everything. She rubbed her hand across her eyes, but could not wipe it out.
When she looked back again, the men were surrounded by their little groups of supporters--not more than half a dozen in each party. All but the two combatants were talking in excited undertones--giving advice--saying what they would do--standing on tiptoe and talking over each other's shoulders--pus.h.i.+ng those away who came between them and the expression of their own opinions. And in the centre of each of these groups stood the two who were about to be at each other's throats. Except for their bared shoulders, dazzling patches of light against the dark clothes of the men surrounding them--they looked the least aggressive in the crowd. They said nothing. Their heads bent forward listening to the medley of voices that hummed unintelligibly in their ears, and their eyes roamed from one face to another, or through the cl.u.s.tering of heads to the other crowd beyond.
"Told you they'd be funked by all this ceremony," said Traill.
"They're beginning to wish it was over, I should think. Hang it, why don't they begin? They'll get so cold it'll be like beating frozen meat."
Sally looked at him in amazement. All the hardness, all the cruelty, she saw then. But it did not succeed in turning her from him. She stood wondering at her own pa.s.sive consent, yet could not bring herself to risk his offence by declaring that she would not stay.
Of his selfishness, she saw nothing. Had his att.i.tude in the affair been pointed out to her as frankly inconsiderate, she would have denied it with fervour. Inconsiderate? It was only her weakness of spirit. Why should he be blamed for that? If she loathed the sight of what was taking place before her, then just as surely he revelled in it. Why should he be expected to give way to her? She would give way to him--willingly--freely--without question or doubt.
Now, as she looked again, a man had stepped out of the crowd holding a watch in his hand. There was a tone of command in his voice. It was evidently he who was the master of ceremonies.
"I've seen that chap at the National Sporting," said Traill, quickly.
"I guessed there must be some system about this. You see, he's going to act as timekeeper and referee."
"Come on," exclaimed the man referred to. "I ain't goin' to wait 'ere the 'ole bloomin' night. Get a move on for Gawd's sake. If you ain't made all yer bets, yer'll 'ave ter do it after the show's begun. Come on an' b.l.o.o.d.y-well shake 'ands and start."
Even when that word was uttered, loathsome enough in itself for a woman's ears, yet indicative of many worse that were to come, Traill did not think of Sally. She glanced at him when she had heard it, remembering what he had once said to her--"I belong to the National Sporting--because there's a beast in every man--thank G.o.d!"
The two combatants sifted their way out of the little crowds. They came slowly towards each other, rubbing their bare arms to encourage the circulation. Neither the one nor the other seemed anxious for what was to come. Sally looked tremblingly at their faces and shuddered. One of them was clean-shaven, the other wore a moustache.
Both had the deep blue shadows of the day's growth of beard upon the chin and, in that morbid yellow lamplight, their eyes were sunk in hollows dull and black as charcoal.
"Now, who's attending to Morrison?" said the master of ceremonies.
Two men stepped forward out of the crowd.
"Well--get over there at that side. Got yer towels? And the men for Tucker? Come on! Come on!"
He relegated them to their positions, and the little group of men fell away, leaving the two antagonists alone in an open s.p.a.ce.
"Now shake 'ands, gentlemen, please," said the master. "'Urry up for Gawd's sake--I'm getting stiff, I am."
They made no motion of obedience, and he looked from one to the other.
Even from their window, they could see in his face the clouds of the storm that was about to burst.
"Oh, I can understand now," exclaimed Traill, in an undertone. He addressed the remark to Sally, but his face scarcely turned in her direction. "You see, these chaps have a quarrel and they're going to fight it out under rules and regulations. They've got this fellow who knows something about boxing--at least I presume he does--to come and manage the affair. Probably he knows nothing of the quarrel. He expects them to shake hands, but I'm hanged if they're going to. By Jove! There'll be a mess here if the police get to hear anything."
"But why should they shake hands if they're going to fight?" asked Sally, forcing spurious interest. So she bled herself--sapping vitality to give him pleasure. And he took it--as a man will--unconscious of receiving anything.
"Why? Oh--it's the rules of boxing. The whole thing is supposed to be done in a friendly spirit. These chaps down here would probably cut each other's throats for a song. What's the good of their shaking hands?"
The combatants were still standing reluctant. It seemed for the moment as if the whole affair were about to topple over into a state of confusion.
"Go on, Jim," urged one man in the ring; "shake 'ands wiv 'im. d.a.m.n 'is eyes--'e's a gen'leman--ain't 'e? Go 'arn, shake 'ands."
"Look 'ere," said the master, "if there's any of yer blasted bunk.u.m about this, yer can d.a.m.n well see to it yourselves. I won't touch yer b.l.o.o.d.y money."
The words shuddered through Sally's ears.
"Go 'arn, Jim, shake 'ands. Can't yer see 'e'll drop the 'ole bloomin'
show if yer don't, an' d.a.m.n it, I've got a couple o' bob on yer. Shake 'ands, can't yer!"
Jim came reluctantly forward into the centre of the ring with a knotted hand held grudgingly before them. The other took it and dropped it as if it were filth.
"That's right," said the master, "now, come on. Two minutes a round--minute wait. Not more 'n ten rounds. And G.o.d save us if the coppers don't 'ave us by then. Come up--up with yer flippers! Time!"
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