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"
I
’
ll
lick
you
tomorrow
,
"
he
heard
Cheese
-
Face
promise
;
and
he
heard
his
own
voice
,
piping
and
trembling
with
unshed
tears
,
agreeing
to
be
there
on
the
morrow
.
And
he
had
come
there
the
next
day
,
hurrying
from
school
to
be
there
first
,
and
beating
Cheese
-
Face
by
two
minutes
.
The
other
boys
said
he
was
all
right
,
and
gave
him
advice
,
pointing
out
his
faults
as
a
scrapper
and
promising
him
victory
if
he
carried
out
their
instructions
.
The
same
boys
gave
Cheese
-
Face
advice
,
too
.
How
they
had
enjoyed
the
fight
!
He
paused
in
his
recollections
long
enough
to
envy
them
the
spectacle
he
and
Cheese
-
Face
had
put
up
.
Then
the
fight
was
on
,
and
it
went
on
,
without
rounds
,
for
thirty
minutes
,
until
the
press
-
room
door
was
opened
.
He
watched
the
youthful
apparition
of
himself
,
day
after
day
,
hurrying
from
school
to
the
Enquirer
alley
.
He
could
not
walk
very
fast
.
He
was
stiff
and
lame
from
the
incessant
fighting
.
His
forearms
were
black
and
blue
from
wrist
to
elbow
,
what
of
the
countless
blows
he
had
warded
off
,
and
here
and
there
the
tortured
flesh
was
beginning
to
fester
.
His
head
and
arms
and
shoulders
ached
,
the
small
of
his
back
ached
,
—
he
ached
all
over
,
and
his
brain
was
heavy
and
dazed
.
He
did
not
play
at
school
.
Nor
did
he
study
.
Even
to
sit
still
all
day
at
his
desk
,
as
he
did
,
was
a
torment
.
It
seemed
centuries
since
he
had
begun
the
round
of
daily
fights
,
and
time
stretched
away
into
a
nightmare
and
infinite
future
of
daily
fights
.
Why
couldn
’
t
Cheese
-
Face
be
licked
?
he
often
thought
;
that
would
put
him
,
Martin
,
out
of
his
misery
.
It
never
entered
his
head
to
cease
fighting
,
to
allow
Cheese
-
Face
to
whip
him
.
And
so
he
dragged
himself
to
the
Enquirer
alley
,
sick
in
body
and
soul
,
but
learning
the
long
patience
,
to
confront
his
eternal
enemy
,
Cheese
-
Face
,
who
was
just
as
sick
as
he
,
and
just
a
bit
willing
to
quit
if
it
were
not
for
the
gang
of
newsboys
that
looked
on
and
made
pride
painful
and
necessary
.
One
afternoon
,
after
twenty
minutes
of
desperate
efforts
to
annihilate
each
other
according
to
set
rules
that
did
not
permit
kicking
,
striking
below
the
belt
,
nor
hitting
when
one
was
down
,
Cheese
-
Face
,
panting
for
breath
and
reeling
,
offered
to
call
it
quits
.
And
Martin
,
head
on
arms
,
thrilled
at
the
picture
he
caught
of
himself
,
at
that
moment
in
the
afternoon
of
long
ago
,
when
he
reeled
and
panted
and
choked
with
the
blood
that
ran
into
his
mouth
and
down
his
throat
from
his
cut
lips
;
when
he
tottered
toward
Cheese
-
Face
,
spitting
out
a
mouthful
of
blood
so
that
he
could
speak
,
crying
out
that
he
would
never
quit
,
though
Cheese
-
Face
could
give
in
if
he
wanted
to
.
And
Cheese
-
Face
did
not
give
in
,
and
the
fight
went
on
.
The
next
day
and
the
next
,
days
without
end
,
witnessed
the
afternoon
fight
.
When
he
put
up
his
arms
,
each
day
,
to
begin
,
they
pained
exquisitely
,
and
the
first
few
blows
,
struck
and
received
,
racked
his
soul
;
after
that
things
grew
numb
,
and
he
fought
on
blindly
,
seeing
as
in
a
dream
,
dancing
and
wavering
,
the
large
features
and
burning
,
animal
-
like
eyes
of
Cheese
-
Face
.
He
concentrated
upon
that
face
;
all
else
about
him
was
a
whirling
void
.
There
was
nothing
else
in
the
world
but
that
face
,
and
he
would
never
know
rest
,
blessed
rest
,
until
he
had
beaten
that
face
into
a
pulp
with
his
bleeding
knuckles
,
or
until
the
bleeding
knuckles
that
somehow
belonged
to
that
face
had
beaten
him
into
a
pulp
.
And
then
,
one
way
or
the
other
,
he
would
have
rest
.
But
to
quit
,
—
for
him
,
Martin
,
to
quit
,
—
that
was
impossible
!
Came
the
day
when
he
dragged
himself
into
the
Enquirer
alley
,
and
there
was
no
Cheese
-
Face
.
Nor
did
Cheese
-
Face
come
.
The
boys
congratulated
him
,
and
told
him
that
he
had
licked
Cheese
-
Face
.
But
Martin
was
not
satisfied
.
He
had
not
licked
Cheese
-
Face
,
nor
had
Cheese
-
Face
licked
him
.
The
problem
had
not
been
solved
.
It
was
not
until
afterward
that
they
learned
that
Cheese
-
Face
’
s
father
had
died
suddenly
that
very
day
.
Martin
skipped
on
through
the
years
to
the
night
in
the
nigger
heaven
at
the
Auditorium
.
He
was
seventeen
and
just
back
from
sea
.
A
row
started
.
Somebody
was
bullying
somebody
,
and
Martin
interfered
,
to
be
confronted
by
Cheese
-
Face
’
s
blazing
eyes
.
"
I
’
ll
fix
you
after
de
show
,
"
his
ancient
enemy
hissed
.
Martin
nodded
.
The
nigger
-
heaven
bouncer
was
making
his
way
toward
the
disturbance
.
