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    "ocrText": "IO\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nTHE PENN CHARTER MAGAZINE.\nII\nminute, and then said quietly, \"I think\n\"Well, be sure and do it up right,\n\"Yes, I am Jack Reynolds. When\ncine. You have no doubt heard of Jack\nhe's had enough now.\"\nand if you do I'll give you the money\nI left the circus I drifted to South\nFitzcorbett, who lost the world's cham-\nHogan, turning around and perceiv-\nI win from him.\"\nAmerica. There I struck it rich and\npionship on a fluke? Well, he was the\ning him for the first time, said angrily,\n\"Don't worry about that. I'll fix him\nbecame a millionaire. When I came\nman you fought to-day. I had to pay\n\"What business is it of yours? and\nSO that he won't make fun of me any\nback to North America I had not for-\nfive thousand dollars to get him, but I\nwhat are you going to do about it any-\nmore.\"\ngotten you and what you did to me,\ngot you in your tender spot, your\nway\nThere was a big crowd on hand that\nand I determined to pay you back.\nI\npocket, too. And the next time you\n'Nothing much,\" said Lindal, pull-\nafternoon, for all were anxious to see\ndecided to hire the best fighter I could\nwant to bully a man, don't select the\ning out a small, pearl-handled COLT\nhow well Lister could fight. He was\nand give you a dose of your own medi-\n'under dog.\nrevolver; \"but I think you had better\nnot conceded to have much chance with\nlet him go now.\"\nHogan, who outweighed him by over\nHogan loosened his hold on the man,\ntwenty-five pounds.\nwho quickly got out of sight, and then\nA ring was formed by ropes ex-\nTHE OF THE DUNKIRK PEARLS\nturned away and walked off without a\ntending from the poles of the tent, and\nword.\nBy SAMUEL L. GERSTLEY, Prima.\nthen the men stripped for the fight.\nA few days afterwards, at dinner,\nHogan merely took off his shirt and\n(With Apologies to CONAN DOYLE.)\nHogan was boasting about his fighting\nstripped to the waist, but Lister, upon\nprowess, and said that he had never yet\ndiscarding shirt and pants, appeared\nin regulation fighting costume, and a\nT\nevent which I am about to re-\nthen, giving the boy a sixpence, dis-\nseen the man he could not whip.\nlate happened several years ago,\nmissed him.\n\"By the way,\" said Lindal, \"Frank\nmurmur of surprise arose when the\nand, while I must obviously alter the\n\"Read it, Watson,\" he said to me, at\nhere has had a little experience along\nspectators saw the fine condition of his\nnames and locations, I will endeavor\nthe same time tossing it over.\nthat line. He took boxing lessons in\nskin and the perfectly formed sinews\nnot to change the facts in the least.\nThis is what I read: \"Dunkirk pearls\na Y. M. C. A. and was considered a\nin his arms and legs. Hogan looked\nMr. Sherlock Holmes and I had been\nstolen or lost last night. Please come\ncrack boxer.\"\nsurprised and a trifle disconcerted, but\ntaking a Christmas vacation in the hills\nto London at once. Will call at your\n\"What, that sissy,\" sneered Hogan,\nwhen time was called he sprang swiftly\nof Scotland. We were just then wait-\nhouse three thirty. Lady Dunkirk.\"\n\"why he couldn't whip a twelve-year-\nfrom his corner and made a wild lunge\ning for the boy to bring us our guns,\n\"Are you going I asked.\nold boy.\"\nat his opponent. Lister stepped aside.\nfor we had planned to go deer hunting.\n\"Yes, and we had better hurry, SO as\n\"Well, for the fun of it,\" said Lin-\ntapped him on the side of the cheek and\n\"Do you know, Holmes,\" said I, \"that\nto catch the ten o'clock train.\"\ndal, \"I'll match him against you, and\nthe fight was on. After the first min-\nwe have been here nearly a week?\"\nwhat's more, I'll bet as much as you\nute it could be seen that Lister was a\n\"Yes,\" he replied; \"yes, Watson, and\n\"Well,\" said Holmes from his lab-\nwant to put up that he can whip you.\"\nskilled fighter. He ducked and coun-\nit is about time that I got back to my\noratory, \"I should not be surprised if\n\"I'll fight him, all right,\" said\ntered, hitting Hogan almost at will.\ntest tubes, and you to your highly em-\nour client should come before long. In\nHogan, \"and I'll bet every cent I have\nA few telling blows, and before he\nbellished narratives of our little adven-\nfact,\" he continued, coming in and\nin the bank that I can whip him.\"\nknew what had struck him, Hogan\ntures.\" Here he slightly smiled.\njoining me in my occupation of view-\n\"Done,\" said Lindal; \"when do you\nstraightened up, his feet flew from un-\n\"Well, doctor, I guess it is about time\ning the ever-busy, ever-changing scene\nwant it to come off?\"\nder him, he fell flat on his back and lay\nwe were starting; here comes the boy.\"\non Baker Street, \"I suppose this is her\n\"To-morrow afternoon in the mess\nstill. About five minutes later he was\nWe walked through the little village\nladyship now.\"\ntent. The show will be going on and\ntaken to the car, a badly bruised man.\nin silence, past the dwelling houses, the\nA carriage, with a handsome pair of\nwe'll have plenty of time, for it won't\nA little while afterwards Lindal went\nrailroad station, post and telegraph\nbays, just then pulled up to the curb,\ntake me long to finish him up.\"\nto the bunk where Hogan was lying\noffices, into the open country. It was\nand a well-trained footman, leaping off\n\"Well, then,\" said Lindal, \"to-mor-\nand said, \"You never saw me before a\na brisk, cold morning, and the snow of\nhis box, helped her to alight. A min-\nrow afternoon, without gloves and\nfew weeks ago, did you, Hogan?'\nthe night before lay deep on the ground.\nute later she had entered the room.\nthree-minute rounds.\"\n\"Not that I know of,\" he replied.\nJust as we had entered the woods, we\n\"I presume that you are Lady Dun-\n\"That suits me, all right,\" said\n\"Well, wait a minute,\" said Lindal,\nheard a \"holloa,\" and looking around,\nkirk?\" Holmes asked. She was a beau-\nHogan.\nand in a few minutes came back dressed\nsaw our little boy of the hotel, wildly\ntiful woman, of the ethereal type, and\n\"All right, we'll be on hand.\"\nin a rough suit.\nrunning toward us.\nplainly suffering from the shock which\n\"Are you certain you can whip\n\"Now do you know who I am?\" he\n\"O Mr. Holmes, here's an important\nshe had endured the day before.\nhim?\" said Lindal the next morning.\nsaid.\ntelegram for you, Mr. Jackson says,\"\n\"I am,\" she answered, endeavoring\n\"Dead sure,\" replied Lister confi-\n\"Jack Reynolds,\" said Hogan in\nhe cried out when he came near.\nto conceal her emotions under a mask\ndently.\namazement.\nHolmes rapidly glanced over it, and\nof politeness. Then, losing all reserve,"
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