From : Storto” <reappraisal@troelala.com>
Subject: rom the outsi
Body:
Me up planted as clean a blow upon his jaw as ever you have seen. Down
went that great mountain of flesh sprawling upon the ground. He was so
surprised and dazed that he lay there for several seconds before he made
any attempt to rise, and I stood over him with another dose ready when
he should gain his knees. Up he came at last, almost roaring in his rage
and mortification; but he didn’t stay up–I let him have a left fair on
the point of the jaw that sent him tumbling over on his back. By this
time I think Jubal had gone mad with hate, for no sane man would have
come back for more as many times as he did. Time after time I bowled him
over as fast as he could stagger up, until toward the last he lay longer
on the ground between blows, and each time came up weaker than before.
He was bleeding very profusely now from the wound in his lungs, and
presently a terrific blow over the heart sent him reeling heavily to the
ground, where he lay very still, and somehow I knew at once that Jubal
the Ugly One would never get up again. But even as I looked upon that
massive body lying there so grim and terrible in death, I could not
believe that I, single-handed, had bested this slayer of fearf
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