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brown wood wood in which knots and lumps swelled unexpectedly on shoulders, arms and back. His forehead sloped back abruptly from his broad fiat nose, rising to a peak at the top of his head a peak topped with a fuzzy semicircle of hair that had the look of a thick rope of crinkly black feathers extending over his skull and fastened to his ears on either side.
He continued to crow and leap as Newton helped Marvin to strip off his shirt, the huge brown hands flapping like wings against the green small clothes; and even his eyes, fastened on Marvin, were black and hard as those of a giant rooster.
Marvin, resting against the ropes between Newton and Argandeau, had the look of shrinking from his black antagonist. The pearly whiteness of his chest and arms might have been thought to be the effect of fear, and the long smooth muscles hidden beneath that gleaming skin seemed, by comparison with the knobby brown bulges of Little White, almost weak and helpless. Yet it was strange but true that whereas Little White seemed to have shrunk somewhat with the removal of his gaudy plumage, Marvin seemed to have become larger.
Down from the quarter-deck came the ship's surgeon, his chin held high by his black stock, and a huge watch clutched in his hand. He crawled beneath the ropes, poked Marvin in the chest with a finger like a marlinespike, stared curiously into the yellowish eyes of Little White; then stooped over with some difficulty and, on the deck in the middle of the ring, chalked a square with three-foot sides.
"Now," he said, "if you're ready, my lads?" He popped out under the ropes. His hand rose and fell; and with that Newton hustled Marvin to one side of the chalked square, while one of the marines ran with Little White to the opposite side, so that the four men hung in a knot at the centerof the ring.
The shouting of the prisoners had fallen away to a breathless hum, and through the hum rose a hoarse voice, a voice so rough and rasping as to sound less like a voice than like the scraping of a file on the strings of some vast violin. It was the voice of Little White. "Kiss mah ban'," he growled. "Ah kill Americans wiff it."
Newton and the marine ran back to their sides of the ring and dodged beneath the ropes.
Little White threw himself into fighting position. His left foot and his left arm were thrust well forward; his right arm guarded his stomach and lower chest; his upper body tipped back so far that if he had raised his eyes, they would have looked straight upward into infinity. Standing so, he laughed, a deep, roaring, hyena-like laugh;
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for it was plain to be seen, from Marvin's posture, that Marvin was as ignorant of fighting as he was afraid of Little White. He had cramped himself sideways, his left shoulder turned in front of his body. His right foot, instead of resting squarely and flatly on the ground as a supporting platform for a blow, was poised on its toe, as, indeed, was his left foot as well. Both his knees were weakly bent, as though it was in his mind to turn at any moment and run like a coward from his powerful black opponent.
Roaring with laughter, Little White shuffled forward toward Marvin, who slipped off to one side. Roaring still, Little White shuffled after him, only to have his opponent slip off to the other side.
Nor was Little White the only one to roar. The deck of the hulk seemed almost to erupt with angry shouts of "Fightl Fightl" while Osmore, Stannage, the six women in their glowing silks and satins, and even the drummers at each side of the quarter-deck, hung far out over the rail to shout, "Fight! Fightl"
They moved around the ring, Little White shuffling forward and Marvin slipping off to left or right before him. Little White lashed out with a left-handed blow that cut a slit in Marvin's ear, and got from Marvin in return a veritable baby's tap a breath of a hit, that touched Little White's eye and was gone, like a vagrant butterfly. Again, with the evident intention of ending the fight before it had fairly begun, Little White sprang forward, his fists driving like battering rams for Marvin's mark that triangular-shaped patch beneath his ribs and above his belt. There was the crack of a hit, but it was the impact of a black fist against a forearm; the mark itself had moved away.
The prisoners groaned and hissed. One of them, close to Newton's corner, aimed a jab at the elusive Marvin through the ropes. "Stand up to himl" he bellowed. "Get out o' there if you can't stand up to himl"
Newton rapped the bellower sharply on the forearm with the edge of his hand. "Close your facet" he said. "Can't you see it's a new way of fighting?"
The near-by prisoners howled their disgust. "Be damned to a new way of fighting" "It's a new way of running, and a rotten onel" "Make him show what he's good fort" "Make him fightl"
Minutes passed. Blood trickled from Marvin's ear; there were red welts along his ribs from the glancing blows of Little White's knuckles; but still he slipped off to one side or to the other, and shrank away before the black man's advance.
Anger had replaced Little White's hoarse hilarity. "Stan' stilll" he
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growled, following Marvin's erratic twistings and turnings. "Isn't one of you Americans got bottom enough to stan' up to a fighter? Light somewheres, you dirty Yankee yeller bird, so's I can knock you halfway up to Lunnonl"
To Little White's amazement, Marvin laughed. "You can't fightl" he told the black man. "You can't even throw a cross-buttock."
Little White lowered his head and charged. To the prisoners, raging at Marvin's tactics, it seemed, and was indeed the case, that Marvin, at this quick movement, stood his ground instead of slipping off to right or left. As Little White's head shot past his body, Marvin's fist came up against his opponent's throat with a sound like the impact of a dead codfish against a plank. In another instant the black man's arms were around him and the first fall had gone to Little White with a cross-buttock.
Their seconds were on them as they sprawled to the deck, hoisting them to their feet and hurrying them to the ropes for a rest of thirty seconds. Argandeau held Marvin on his knee while Newton, gabbling in his ear to make himself heard above the din of the prisoners, sponged the blood from his face and chest.
"A thirteen-minute roundl" Newton told him excitedly. "A thirteen-minute round, and you're barely scratched! You're like a Baltimore schooner sailing rings 'round a frigate! He can't touch youl Keep it up, Danl Your way's the best way, no matter what these fools sayl Don't listen to 'eml He can't fightl He's a flipper! I told you he was a flipperl He thinks he's fighting like Molineaux, but he isn't. He's just a big black chunk of sour beefl He hits at half arm and keeps his elbows close to his body, and he'll keep doing it until he thinks he's caught youl Then he'll imitate Molineaux again and try to chop you, and you've got himl You've got him anyway! That was a beauty a beautyl Right in the whistlel Right in the apple! He thinks he's swallowed a hen's hind footl Oh, oh! He's fall He's pufEyl And he thinks it was an accident! He thinks he ran into it! Look at him gulpl Look at him watch your"
Marvin glanced across at Little White, seated on the knee of a red-coated marine while another marine dabbled water on the back of his neck. There was, Marvin saw, a soft smoothness to the black skin above the green small clothes, instead of the solid wall of corrugated muscle that should have been there; and the soft smooth surface rose and fell hurriedly. Conscious of Marvin's scrutiny, Little White blinked his small eyes, cautiously stretched his neck; then thrust out his mouth in an apelike grimace.
"Keep away from himl" Newton continued. "Keep out of his way
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until he's careless! Then you got himl Then you got him goodl Remember what I told your"
"Timer" the referee shouted.
Little White shuffled to the chalked square, falling into a fighting position so exaggerated that he seemed on the verge of tumbling backward. Marvin came less quickly to the scratch, and in the same cautious manner that had so enraged his fellow prisoners in the previous round with his left shoulder thrust forward and his body bent as though he were torn with the simultaneous desire to advance and to run away.
Little White's hands revolved rapidly and he pawed the deck with an enormous foot. "Stan' upl" he commanded hoarsely; then coughed and cleared his throat and coughed once more. "Stan' up, you ole tabby call"
He lurched forward to hurl murderous blows at Marvin, who shrank before him, ducking and dodging. Again and yet again Marvin's left fist flicked out, touching Little White lightly at the corner of the eye, and so faint and ineffectual were the blows that the groans and the jeering of the prisoners changed suddenly to a burst of laughter. Even Little White laughed, though he coughed when he did so, and at the corner of his eyes a smear of blood showed bright against his brown skin.
"yes' a moment and I gits your" he said. His voice seemed choked and strangled, and when he had spoken, he wheezed. His shullle became swifter; and as it did, there came a hesitation into Marvin's movements a momentary catch, as though he had faltered in deciding how to turn.
Little White bellowed hoarsely; his right hand rose high above his head, and like a flail his long black arm swept down toward Marvin's neck. Instead of slipping away, Marvin moved closer. His right fist flashed upward to land upon the brown V below the ribs. The breath went out of Little White with a hoarse hoot. He tilted suddenly forward, so that his chopping blow lost its force and landed uncontrolled against Marvin's shoulder. Marvin's left fist drove once more against the negro's thick throat, partially straightening the black man, and once more his right fist whipped into the unprotected stomach that still quivered and jerked from the first unexpected blow. Little White clung to him with one arm clung and fell backward, dragging Marvin with him; and the two of them plunged to the deck and amid a turmoil of frenzied shouting such as might have come from ten thousand madmen, rather than from nine hundred half-fed prisoners.
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Newton, dragging Marvin back to his seat on Argandeau's knee, shook like a shivered sail; and his voice trembled even more than his hands. "You got himl You got himI" He rubbed the blood from Marvin's cheek and ribs, and laughed almost hysterically. "It worked the way you said it would, and you got himl"
"Timer" bellowed Surgeon Rockett, above the howling of the prisoners.
Argandeau pushed Marvin toward the chalked square; and as Little White, coughing and blinking, stepped warily to the other side, Marvin snapped his left fist toward the black man's face. The semblance of timidity and indecision was gone from him, and he had the look of one who has come to the end of long waiting. Yet this look went from his face quickly enough; for as he led with his left hand, Little White half turned, threw up his head and fell to the floor. In the same moment his second leaped at him, hustled him to his feet and dragged him back to the ropes.
Marvin, staring helplessly at Little White, felt Newton take him by the arm. "WaitI" Marvin said. He turned to the surgeon, who stood pompously outside the ring, staring at his turnip-shaped watch. "Wait! He fell without a blow! That's no falll I didn't hit himl"
The surgeon looked up at him slowly. "You didn't what?" he asked.
"You heard mel" Marvin said. "I didn't touch himl Get him back here and make him fightl"
The surgeon laughed flatly. "You're a fine one to talk about fighting you who did nothing but run for half an hourl"
"For God's sakel" Marvin shouted. "You - "
He stopped, staring at the pompous surgeon; then hurried to where Argandeau waited for him with outthrust knee.
Argandeau patted his shoulder, soothing him. "Remember; I have told you about these people!" he said.
The surgeon had gone to contemplating the face of his watch again. "A minute and a half he's given himl" Newton said. "Well, Dan; you do your bestl"
"Timer" said the surgeon.
Marvin ran to scratch. Little White, breathing more regularly, glowered malevolently at him. Marvin grinned amiably. "You're licked, black boyl You're going to get hurt for playing tricks!"
Little White coughed and growled. Marvin slapped his out- stretched left arm, a slap that tilted him forward; and as he tilted, Marvin's left fist landed wetly against his eye. Little White coughed and groaned. With hamlike hands he hammered Marvin's ribs. Marvin staggered and laughed; then rushed at Little White and
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drove him backward with a succession of blows to the stomach. He fell against the rope of the ring and bounced upright. When Marvin hit him in the throat and again in the stomach, he slipped to one knee and clung to the ropes.
"Foull" he croaked hoarsely. "He bit mel"
Marvin caught him by the fringe of hair atop his head, dragged him to his feet and drove his fist against his throat. The negro fell heavily to the deck, made vague swimming motions with his hands, and then lay still.
"Foull Foull" shouted Osmore and Stannage.
The pompous surgeon popped through the ropes. "Foull" he said, brandishing his watch in Marvin's face. "The man was dowel"
"No foull No foull" screamed the prisoners.
"Nor" Marvin shouted. "Both knees and at least one hand on the floor, or the man's not down, and you know itl They're your own rulesl He's down now, but he wasn't when I hit him. Don't look at mel Look at your watch, you fat swabl"
He ran to Argandeau's knee. The marine came through the ropes and dragged Little White to his corner. A hundred hands fluttered over Marvin, patting his head, his back, his thighs.
A breathless silence came upon the prisoners while they waited for the passing of the thirty seconds at whose end, according to Broughton's rules, each fighter must either toe the mark once more or acknowledge defeat. Through this silence could be clearly heard the sound of Newton's hands, slapping and kneading Marvin's arms, and of his reiterated whisper "He'll never make it, Danl He'll never make ill He'll never make itl He'll never make itl"
The surgeon pushed the watch in his pocket. He leaned over to look at Little White; then stared venomously at Marvin. "Timer" he said slowly. "Timer"