"If you could help me get my clothes off," he suggested meekly and thickly. "I got "em on before I stiffened up."
"And then hot water--that will be good," she said, as she began gently drawing his coat sleeve over a puffed and helpless hand.
"I told you they was all thumbs," he grimaced, holding up his hand and squinting at it with the fraction of sight remaining to him.
"You sit and wait," she said, "till I start the fire and get the hot water going. I won"t be a minute. Then I"ll finish getting your clothes off."
From the kitchen she could hear him mumbling to himself, and when she returned he was repeating over and over:
"We needed the money, Saxon. We needed the money."
Drunken he was not, she could see that, and from his babbling she knew he was partly delirious.
"He was a surprise box," he wandered on, while she proceeded to undress him; and bit by bit she was able to piece together what had happened.
"He was an unknown from Chicago. They sprang him on me. The secretary of the Acme Club warned me I"d have my hands full. An" I"d a-won if I"d been in condition. But fifteen pounds off without trainin" ain"t condition. Then I"d been drinkin" pretty regular, an" I didn"t have my wind."
But Saxon, stripping his undershirt, no longer heard him. As with his face, she could not recognize his splendidly muscled back. The white sheath of silken skin was torn and b.l.o.o.d.y. The lacerations occurred oftenest in horizontal lines, though there were perpendicular lines as well.
"How did you get all that?" she asked.
"The ropes. I was up against "em more times than I like to remember.
Gee! He certainly gave me mine. But I fooled "m. He couldn"t put me out.
I lasted the twenty rounds, an" I wanta tell you he"s got some marks to remember me by. If he ain"t got a couple of knuckles broke in the left hand I"m a geezer.--Here, feel my head here. Swollen, eh? Sure thing. He hit that more times than he"s wishin" he had right now. But, oh, what a lacin"! What a lacin"! I never had anything like it before. The Chicago Terror, they call "m. I take my hat off to "m. He"s some bear. But I could a-made "m take the count if I"d ben in condition an" had my wind.--Oh! Ouch! Watch out! It"s like a boil!"
Fumbling at his waistband, Saxon"s hand had come in contact with a brightly inflamed surface larger than a soup plate.
"That"s from the kidney blows," Billy explained. "He was a regular devil at it. "Most every clench, like clock work, down he"d chop one on me. It got so sore I was wincin"... until I got groggy an" didn"t know much of anything. It ain"t a knockout blow, you know, but it"s awful wearin" in a long fight. It takes the starch out of you."
When his knees were bared, Saxon could see the skin across the knee-caps was broken and gone.
"The skin ain"t made to stand a heavy fellow like me on the knees," he volunteered. "An" the rosin in the canvas cuts like Sam Hill."
The tears were in Saxon"s eyes, and she could have cried over the manhandled body of her beautiful sick boy.
As she carried his pants across the room to hang them up, a jingle of money came from them. He called her back, and from the pocket drew forth a handful of silver.
"We needed the money, we needed the money," he kept muttering, as he vainly tried to count the coins; and Saxon knew that his mind was wandering again.
It cut her to the heart, for she could not but remember the harsh thoughts that had threatened her loyalty during the week past. After all, Billy, the splendid physical man, was only a boy, her boy. And he had faced and endured all this terrible punishment for her, for the house and the furniture that were their house and furniture. He said so, now, when he scarcely knew what he said. He said "WE needed the money."
She was not so absent from his thoughts as she had fancied. Here, down to the naked tie-ribs of his soul, when he was half unconscious, the thought of her persisted, was uppermost. We needed the money. WE!
The tears were trickling down her checks as she bent over him, and it seemed she had never loved him so much as now.
"Here; you count," he said, abandoning the effort and handing the money to her. "... How much do you make it?"
"Nineteen dollars and thirty-five cents."
"That"s right... the loser"s end... twenty dollars. I had some drinks, an" treated a couple of the boys, an" then there was carfare. If I"d a-won, I"d a-got a hundred. That"s what I fought for. It"d a-put us on Easy street for a while. You take it an" keep it. It"s better "n nothin"."
In bed, he could not sleep because of his pain, and hour by hour she worked over him, renewing the hot compresses over his bruises, soothing the lacerations with witch hazel and cold cream and the tenderest of finger tips. And all the while, with broken intervals of groaning, he babbled on, living over the fight, seeking relief in telling her his trouble, voicing regret at loss of the money, and crying out the hurt to his pride. Far worse than the sum of his physical hurts was his hurt pride.
"He couldn"t put me out, anyway. He had full swing at me in the times when I was too much in to get my hands up. The crowd was crazy. I showed "em some stamina. They was times when he only rocked me, for I"d evaporated plenty of his steam for him in the openin" rounds. I don"t know how many times he dropped me. Things was gettin" too dreamy....
"Sometimes, toward the end, I could see three of him in the ring at once, an" I wouldn"t know which to hit an" which to duck....
"But I fooled "m. When I couldn"t see, or feel, an" when my knees was shakin an my head goin" like a merry-go-round, I"d fall safe into clenches just the same. I bet the referee"s arms is tired from draggin"
us apart....
"But what a lacin"! What a lacin"! Say, Saxon... where are you? Oh, there, eh? I guess I was dreamin". But, say, let this be a lesson to you. I broke my word an" went fightin", an" see what I got. Look at me, an" take warnin" so you won"t make the same mistake an" go to makin" an"
sellin" fancy work again....
"But I fooled "em--everybody. At the beginnin" the bettin" was even. By the sixth round the wise gazabos was offerin" two to one against me. I was licked from the first drop outa the box--anybody could see that; but he couldn"t put me down for the count. By the tenth round they was offerin" even that I wouldn"t last the round. At the eleventh they was offerin" I wouldn"t last the fifteenth. An" I lasted the whole twenty.
But some punishment, I want to tell you, some punishment.
"Why, they was four rounds I was in dreamland all the time... only I kept on my feet an" fought, or took the count to eight an" got up, an"
stalled an" covered an" whanged away. I don"t know what I done, except I must a-done like that, because I wasn"t there. I don"t know a thing from the thirteenth, when he sent me to the mat on my head, till the eighteenth.
"Where was I? Oh, yes. I opened my eyes, or one eye, because I had only one that would open. An" there I was, in my corner, with the towels goin" an" ammonia in my nose an" Bill Murphy with a chunk of ice at the back of my neck. An" there, across the ring, I could see the Chicago Terror, an" I had to do some thinkin" to remember I was fightin" him. It was like I"d been away somewhere an" just got back. "What round"s this comin"?" I ask Bill. "The eighteenth," says he. "The h.e.l.l," I says.
"What"s come of all the other rounds? The last I was fightin" in was the thirteenth." "You"re a wonder," says Bill. "You"ve ben out four rounds, only n.o.body knows it except me. I"ve ben tryin" to get you to quit all the time." Just then the gong sounds, an" I can see the Terror startin"
for me. "Quit," says Bill, makin" a move to throw in the towel. "Not on your life," I says. "Drop it, Bill." But he went on wantin" me to quit.
By that time the Terror had come across to my corner an" was standin"
with his hands down, lookin" at me. The referee was lookin", too, an"
the house was that quiet, lookin", you could hear a pin drop. An" my head was gettin" some clearer, but not much.
""You can"t win," Bill says.
""Watch me," says I. An" with that I make a rush for the Terror, catchin" him unexpected. I"m that groggy I can"t stand, but I just keep a-goin", wallopin" the Terror clear across the ring to his corner, where he slips an" falls, an" I fall on top of "m. Say, that crowd goes crazy.
"Where was I?--My head"s still goin" round I guess. It"s buzzin" like a swarm of bees."
"You"d just fallen on top of him in his corner," Saxon prompted.
"Oh, yes. Well, no sooner are we on our feet--an" I can"t stand--I rush "m the same way back across to my corner an" fall on "m. That was luck.
We got up, an" I"d a-fallen, only I clenched an" held myself up by him.
"I got your goat," I says to him. "An" now I"m goin" to eat you up."
"I hadn"t his goat, but I was playin" to get a piece of it, an" I got it, rushin" "m as soon as the referee drags us apart an" fetchin" "m a lucky wallop in the stomach that steadied "m an" made him almighty careful. Too almighty careful. He was afraid to chance a mix with me.
He thought I had more fight left in me than I had. So you see I got that much of his goat anyway.
"An" he couldn"t get me. He didn"t get me. An" in the twentieth we stood in the middle of the ring an" exchanged wallops even. Of course, I"d made a fine showin" for a licked man, but he got the decision, which was right. But I fooled "m. He couldn"t get me. An" I fooled the gazabos that was bettin" he would on short order."
At last, as dawn came on, Billy slept. He groaned and moaned, his face twisting with pain, his body vainly moving and tossing in quest of eas.e.m.e.nt.
So this was prizefighting, Saxon thought. It was much worse than she had dreamed. She had had no idea that such damage could be wrought with padded gloves. He must never fight again. Street rioting was preferable.
She was wondering how much of his silk had been lost, when he mumbled and opened his eyes.
"What is it?" she asked, ere it came to her that his eyes were unseeing and that he was in delirium.
"Saxon!... Saxon!" he called.