And as she searched her eyes suddenly became
riveted upon the picture of a giant man, and she forgot
about tournaments and low scores. Hastily she searched the
heads and text until she came upon the name--"'Sailor'
Byrne!"
Yes! It must be he. Greedily she read and re-read all that
had been written about him. Yes, she, Barbara Harding, scion
of an aristocratic house--ultra-society girl, read and re-read
the accounts of a brutal prize fight.
A half hour later a messenger boy found "Sailor" Byrne
the center of an admiring throng in Professor Cassidy's third-floor
gymnasium. With worshiping eyes taking in his new hero
from head to foot the youth handed Byrne a note.
He stood staring at the heavy weight until he had perused
it.
"Any answer?" he asked.
"No answer, kid," replied Byrne, "that I can't take myself,"
and he tossed a dollar to the worshiping boy.
An hour later Billy Byrne was ascending the broad, white
steps that led to the entrance of Anthony Harding's New
York house. The servant who answered his ring eyed him
suspiciously, for Billy Byrne still dressed like a teamster on
holiday. He had no card!
"Tell Miss Harding that Mr. Byrne has come," he said.
The servant left him standing in the hallway, and started to
ascend the great staircase, but halfway up he met Miss Harding
coming down.
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