"What for?" he mimicked. "What for? Why, because I always intend to finish what I begin; and I had you only half-licked when they pulled me off. Now I"m going to polish you up to the queen"s taste. Hustle into that barn!"
Percy allowed himself to be herded through the open door; it might have been noticed, however, that he was careful not to turn his back to Jabe, and that he stepped springily, with his feet well apart. Once inside, he slid his sole over the hayseed that covered the floor; it was no slipperier than the carpet of needles in that glade of the evergreens where he had practised daily with his improvised punching-bag since the second week in July. A quick glance about photographed on his brain the details of the arena in which he was so soon to play the gladiator.
Jabe misunderstood the glance, and it increased his eagerness to begin the fray.
"Afraid, are you?" he sneered. "Looking for some way out? Well, there isn"t any besides this door. Line up across it, boys, and trip him if he tries to bolt before I get through with him. The rat"s cornered at last, and now he"s _got_ to fight. Peel off that coat, Mister! Move quick. I don"t want to stop here all day!"
Percy deliberately drew off the garment, folded it into a neat bundle, and laid it, with his cap, on a barrel in a corner of the floor. He had on a closely fitting black jersey, trousers held up by a belt, and rubber-soled tennis sneakers. This costume was not accidental. It had been donned that morning with an eye to possibilities and in accordance with previous solitary rehearsals. Thus far, events could not have suited him better if he had planned them.
His deliberate motions increased Jabe"s anger.
"You"ll move faster than that when I get after you," he sneered, "or it"ll be over so quick that there won"t be any fun in it. Now put up your fists, for I"m going to lick you within an inch of your life! Guard that door, boys!"
His grinning satellites lined up across the opening, two deep, eyes and mouths wide open. In the front rank Percy recognized the imp who had burnt his coat, Jabe"s brother, whose chastis.e.m.e.nt had started the trouble. The lad was dancing up and down with pleasurable antic.i.p.ation.
"Lick him, Jabe!" he shrilled. "Lick him, Jabe!"
Swinging his clenched fists windmill fashion, Jabe made a savage rush across the echoing floor. Percy waited until his foe was almost upon him, then agilely leaped to one side. Carried on by the momentum of his charge, Jabe swept by and smashed against the wooden part.i.tion with a violence that set the hayseed sifting down from the loaded mow. Whirling about, he came back with increased rage.
The boys yelled encouragement to their champion, their voices blending in a chorus, topped by his brother"s high-keyed falsetto:
"Lick him, Jabe! Lick him, Jabe!"
Baffled in his first attempt, Jabe needed no applause to incite him to his best efforts. His fists rose and fell like flails as he spurned the flooring in a second onslaught upon his nimble foe. Again Percy, standing motionless until his a.s.sailant was almost within arm"s-length, avoided his attack; and again Jabe brought up against the other wall with a force that made the boards rattle.
Percy stood untouched a few feet away, smiling slightly, as his opponent gathered himself for another rush. The sight of his enemy, cool and unruffled, made Jabe furious.
"Why don"t you fight, you coward?" he cried. "If only I can reach you just once, it"ll be all over!"
He hurled himself forward like a missile from a catapult. His right fist grazed Percy"s cheek. Roused from his policy of inaction, Percy shot in a stinging blow that found its mark under Jabe"s right ear and sent him staggering. The fight was now fairly on.
To and fro across the slippery hayseed the antagonists battled, raising a cloud of dust. The floor echoed hollowly under their quick tread.
From the outset Percy knew that he had not a single sympathizer. But instead of discouraging him, that fact nerved him to do his utmost. He kept himself well in hand and did not waste an effort. If he could continue to side-step Jabe"s quick rushes, and let the latter tire himself out, the fight was as good as won.
It was a very different battle from that on July 4th. Jabe was as good as before, but no better; while Percy had improved at least a hundred per cent.; he had more skill and his nerves and muscles were far stronger. His rubber soles, too, gave him an advantage that he was not slow to improve. They a.s.sured him firm footing on the slippery floor and enabled him to turn quickly, as without trying to strike he contented himself with eluding Jabe"s mad charges and sledge-hammer blows.
The audience that blocked the door had grown silent. Things were not going according to schedule. After the first few rushes they had realized that their hero was getting the worst of the encounter.
Ten minutes had gone by. Jabe was breathing hard, while Percy was fresh as ever. His cool smile maddened his antagonist and made him less skilful. In one of his onsets he had slammed his doubled fist against the wooden part.i.tion and split his knuckles; the pain and the running blood made him wild with rage.
Confident at first of easy victory, he had finally realized that Percy was playing with him, that he had met his master in the boxing-game. His face had shown in turn anger, surprise, alarm, and at last positive fear. But one thought possessed his mind, to win at any cost, by fair means or foul. His rushes, which had slackened, grew more violent. He came at Percy head down; he tried to crowd him into a corner, to throw his arms around him, to overpower him by sheer, brute strength.
Percy realized that in a rough-and-tumble he would be no match for Jabe.
In legitimate boxing he had shown himself his foe"s superior; and he was not particularly anxious to emphasize that fact by blacking Jabe"s eyes or "b.l.o.o.d.ying" his nose. He would have been willing to let the matter stand where it was or allow Jabe to wear himself fruitlessly down to exhaustion. But such a course was neither feasible nor safe. Jabe would never voluntarily acknowledge that he was beaten. Besides, there was always the chance of something happening to put Percy at his mercy; and Percy knew only too well what that mercy would be.
His only safety was to force a clear-cut decision.
"It"s a case of knock-out," he decided. "No use to bruise him up. Might as well have it over quick!"
Savagely, though somewhat wearily, yet with undaunted determination, Jabe rushed him and struck out with his left. For the first time in the battle Percy launched in with all his strength. He cross-countered with his right on the point of Jabe"s jaw.
It was the wind-up. Jabe hit the hayseed in a heap. For a few seconds he lay motionless, then struggled to a sitting position.
"Got enough?" asked Percy.
Jabe took the count.
"I"m licked," he acknowledged; and there were tears in his voice.
"Can I do anything for you?"
"No; I"ll be all right in a little while."
Percy put on his coat and cap and started toward the door. As he pa.s.sed Jabe the latter stretched out his hand.
"You can fight," he conceded, grudging admiration in his tones.
Percy grasped the bunch of stubby fingers.
"So can you," he returned. "If you"d been to the masters I"ve had, I wouldn"t care to mix it with you."
The boys opened a way for him respectfully as he pa.s.sed through the door. He was breathing a little quicker than usual, but he had not received a scratch. Going back to the wharf where they had landed, he found that Budge had been waiting for him almost fifteen minutes.
"What makes you so late, Perce?" he hailed. "We want to ship these groceries and start for Tarpaulin before noon."
Percy began pa.s.sing the boxes and bags down aboard the dory.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting," he apologized. "But I"ve just been settling an account with an old friend."
Then he told Lane of his encounter with Jabe.
"Now," continued he, "I"ll tell you why I"ve been up into the woods every afternoon with that sweater of rockweed. I made it into a tight bundle and hung it on a springy limb to use for a punching-bag. It wasn"t very ornamental, but it served the purpose. I"ve been training for this fight ever since the Fourth; had a feeling I"d get another chance at him. It"s over now, and I hope everybody"s satisfied. I am, at any rate."
"So that"s the reason of your daily pilgrimages," laughed Lane. "You certainly have been faithful enough to deserve to win. But what if you"d never run across Jabe again? Wouldn"t you have felt that you"d thrown away your time?"
"Not a bit of it! That bout every afternoon has kept me in first-cla.s.s shape. But now the great event has come off, I"m going to break training and give the rockweed a rest."
The _Barracouta_ was back at Tarpaulin before three o"clock. A remark dropped by Budge roused the curiosity of the others, and Percy was obliged once more to recount the story of his fight with Jabe.
"Well," said Jim, when he had finished, "they say a patient waiter is no loser; but I guess it depends a good deal on how you spend your time while you"re waiting--eh, Perce?"
That night, after dark, when the boys were preparing to turn in, Filippo stepped out to the fish-house for some kindling. He came back on the run.
"_Fuoco!_" he panted.
The others trooped out hastily. On the southern horizon flamed a ruddy light. Spurling gave a cry of alarm.
"Boys, it"s a vessel on fire!"