Blood on Mcallister Read Online Free
Author: Matt Chisholm
the man to his feet, threw himself backward and tried to break the hold that way. But he didnât succeed. When his sight started to go under the terrible pressure he started to worry a little. He drove his elbows into the manâs belly, but that didnât get him anywhere. When he had almost blacked out, Gage did something he didnât understand and he found himself flat on his back with Gage kneeling on his shoulders.
Frank started to count.
âOne ⦠two ⦠three â¦â
The crowd went berserk.
McAllister threw himself this way and that, failed to get free that way, then got his legs after a supreme physical effort around Gageâs neck and threw him clear. He got to his feet as fast as he could, but shakily, but Gage hurled himself back into the attack and in half a second flat had him on the ground again and Frank started to count once more. By now the sweat was pouring off McAllister and he could feel his strength leaving him. He tried everything he knew, but he couldnât dislodge the man astride him.
Frank counted to ten.
They both got to their feet. Gage was grinning widely and he shook his clasped hands above his head. The crowd cheered and Harry danced a little dance of pure joy. Gage had more cold water on his face and drank a little. McAllister found the man with the whiskey bottle and took a large gulp. That made him feel a little better.
âLay off that stuff if you want to win,â Frank told him angrily.
âWhat do you mean âwant to winâ?â McAllister demanded. âIâm goinâ to win.â
Frank looked doubtful. He was starting to hate McAllister. He had put a lot of money on him.
Gage started to soften McAllister up for the kill. He threw him six different ways, one after the other, and each time McAllister got to his feet looking worse. The crowd started to jeer him. He swore tiredly back at them. Once he managed to throw Gage, but the professional hit him in the throat with a flat hand and nearly knocked him out. By now McAllister looked a mess. When he got to his feet, he looked around for a bit before he found his foe. The crowd thought that was great; they slapped their thighs and kiyacked. They were loving every minute of it.
Gage threw him into the crowd, they tossed him back. He got to his hands and knees and looked up at Gage through black matted hair. The end wasnât far off.
He climbed to his feet and Gage advanced on him. He backed up and this time a flicker of fear went across his face. The crowd were demanding for Gage to kill him again. Gage threw him again and this time he didnât land too badly and came to his feet fairly well.
Then suddenly, he erupted.
Body parallel to the ground, his feet smashed into Gageâs face, catching him on the point of the jaw. The crowd heard the impact and were stilled to a man.
The professional went over as if he had been pole-axed.
McAllister landed lightly and was on his feet in one moment.
Frank started counting.
Harry was yelling for Gage not to act like a Goddam woman and to get on his feet and fight, he had a fortune on him and if he lost it for him heâd take it out of his hide. Gage made a supreme effort to rise, raised himself on stiff arms that quivered uncontrollably with the effort and fell on his face in the dust.
Frank reached seven.
The crowd was frantic, like Harry it danced and raved. Like Harry it saw itself losing a lot of money on the fight. McAllister was mentally counting his profit.
Frank reached nine.
Harry rushed across the ring and leaned over Gage, yelling furiously for him to get up and quit fooling. Gage didnât stir.
Frank reached ten.
McAllister said: âIt was that water you give him to drink. A man canât fight on water.â He reached out for the whiskey bottle, took it from nerveless fingers (the owner had lost twenty-five dollars on the fight) and drank deep. He and Frank started to collect the money owing to
Frank started to count.
âOne ⦠two ⦠three â¦â
The crowd went berserk.
McAllister threw himself this way and that, failed to get free that way, then got his legs after a supreme physical effort around Gageâs neck and threw him clear. He got to his feet as fast as he could, but shakily, but Gage hurled himself back into the attack and in half a second flat had him on the ground again and Frank started to count once more. By now the sweat was pouring off McAllister and he could feel his strength leaving him. He tried everything he knew, but he couldnât dislodge the man astride him.
Frank counted to ten.
They both got to their feet. Gage was grinning widely and he shook his clasped hands above his head. The crowd cheered and Harry danced a little dance of pure joy. Gage had more cold water on his face and drank a little. McAllister found the man with the whiskey bottle and took a large gulp. That made him feel a little better.
âLay off that stuff if you want to win,â Frank told him angrily.
âWhat do you mean âwant to winâ?â McAllister demanded. âIâm goinâ to win.â
Frank looked doubtful. He was starting to hate McAllister. He had put a lot of money on him.
Gage started to soften McAllister up for the kill. He threw him six different ways, one after the other, and each time McAllister got to his feet looking worse. The crowd started to jeer him. He swore tiredly back at them. Once he managed to throw Gage, but the professional hit him in the throat with a flat hand and nearly knocked him out. By now McAllister looked a mess. When he got to his feet, he looked around for a bit before he found his foe. The crowd thought that was great; they slapped their thighs and kiyacked. They were loving every minute of it.
Gage threw him into the crowd, they tossed him back. He got to his hands and knees and looked up at Gage through black matted hair. The end wasnât far off.
He climbed to his feet and Gage advanced on him. He backed up and this time a flicker of fear went across his face. The crowd were demanding for Gage to kill him again. Gage threw him again and this time he didnât land too badly and came to his feet fairly well.
Then suddenly, he erupted.
Body parallel to the ground, his feet smashed into Gageâs face, catching him on the point of the jaw. The crowd heard the impact and were stilled to a man.
The professional went over as if he had been pole-axed.
McAllister landed lightly and was on his feet in one moment.
Frank started counting.
Harry was yelling for Gage not to act like a Goddam woman and to get on his feet and fight, he had a fortune on him and if he lost it for him heâd take it out of his hide. Gage made a supreme effort to rise, raised himself on stiff arms that quivered uncontrollably with the effort and fell on his face in the dust.
Frank reached seven.
The crowd was frantic, like Harry it danced and raved. Like Harry it saw itself losing a lot of money on the fight. McAllister was mentally counting his profit.
Frank reached nine.
Harry rushed across the ring and leaned over Gage, yelling furiously for him to get up and quit fooling. Gage didnât stir.
Frank reached ten.
McAllister said: âIt was that water you give him to drink. A man canât fight on water.â He reached out for the whiskey bottle, took it from nerveless fingers (the owner had lost twenty-five dollars on the fight) and drank deep. He and Frank started to collect the money owing to
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