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chance in the game, knowing that the attack
ocr>   naust have everything to do with his own safety.
fix>   must have everything to do with his own safety.

Perk seemed to be hanging on with the
tenacity of a bulldog, for not another peep did
the wolfish man, whose throat he squeezed, give
vent to as the slam-bang fight continued. It was
lucky indeed there chanced to be a raised wall
about the well or in their frantic staggering this
way and that the wrestlers might have plunged
down into the yawning aperture, much to their
mutual discomfiture--as it was they smashed up
against the curbing several times, to emit grunts
at the rough contact.

Finally, Jack, to his relief, saw Perk slam his
ocr>   now weakening adversarjr to the ground and immediately
fix>   now weakening adversary to the ground and immediately
follow this up by sending in a number
of furious blows that took every atom of fight out
of the unfortunate chap who collapsed as if
wholly done for.

Perk himself was far from fresh--his breath
came in gasps and he must have been trembling
in every joint from the tremendous exertion put
forth but as always, victory was sweet in his
nostrils and after assuring himself that nothing
further need be feared from the man he had
downed, he struggled to his feet, and ranged
himself alongside Jack, as if to declare his
readiness to fight it out along those lines if it took
all night

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