"He won't fight.

If he did, I think I could almost forgive him." "But I can't see him pummelled," Vance objected.

"If he would only stand up, it wouldn't seem so brutal." The blood was streaming from his nose and from a slight cut over one eye, when Corliss sprang between.

He attempted to hold the two men apart, but pressing too hard against the truculent individual, overbalanced him and threw him to the floor.

Every man has friends in a bar-room fight, and before Vance knew what was taking place he was staggered by a blow from a chum of the man he had downed.