Twice I got in over his heart, and at last, found the chance I sought, and sent a right jab straight to the chin.

All the force of one hundred and eighty pounds was behind the clinched fist, and the negro went down as though floored by a poleaxe.

Once weakly he endeavored to rise, but this time I used my left, and he never stirred again, lying there with no sign of life except the quivering of the huge body.

Assured that he was down and out, I stood above him, gazing into the ring of excited faces.
"That's one attended to," I said shortly.

"Now is there any more of you who would like to fight this out ?" There was no answer although the ring widened under the threat of my eyes, and I met sullen faces here and there.