CHAPTER TWOThe Duke’s plans, owing he thought afterwards to Harry Sheraton’s gloomy predictions, went awry from the very beginning.
Having seen Bombardier Hawkins pummel Lord Farrington’s man into a bloody pulp, he spent a very convivial evening with his friends, who had also backed the Bombardier, celebrating what was to them a highly lucrative and satisfying victory.
Lord Farrington had for a long time greatly irritated the members of White’s by his boastful assertions that he and he alone was capable of picking out an unknown bruiser and putting him into a mill in which he would be a winner.
His Lordship had on several occasions supported his contention by finding men who were so immensely strong and heavy that they won the fight by sheer weight of flesh.
But on this occasion the Du
