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Show "What I said. A guy you ain't even fit to think about. You got his blood in you. He give it to you when you was sick in the hospital and had to have a blood infusion." "I I got Tommy's blood?" buzzer squawked. The " Doc said, "Yeah. You got it, only it dried up when it come to your chicken heart. Okay, bum, go on out there and take the dive." Then he quietly climbed down the ring steps. The bell rang for the seventh round. ing him from side to side. The crowd was screaming and above the roar someone was shouting. 'Coyer up! Cover up, you fool!" Cover up for what? This bum? He couldn't hit hard enough to knock out a man with a - champion's blood in his velnsr He could take it, take it; take it now, he could sop" it up7 punch after punch, and not go down, never again go down as long as in his heart there beat and pulsed the warm life of his brother. then as expected. Everything happened out with his hands held too low 1 arino fell back wheezing and gasping for LH air and strength to carry bn the assault. Joey laughed and came off the ropes. Marino had punched himself out, had he? That was ... 7 ten-seco- nd 11 and seemed to be trembling. Marino ran over and swept a clublike left to the side of his headt and Joey went down as everybody knew he would. Only thereafter he did what no one expected. He rolled over and got on one knee, shaking his head a little, and listened to the count until it got to eight. Then he got up. His head was singing, but his heart was singing louder. Tommy's blood! A part of Tommy's life was alive inside of him The referee finished wiping the resin from his gloves and stepped aside. Marino shuffled over, his left cocked. Joey dropped his hands still lower and 'stuck out his chin. The stocky little Italian accepted the invitation and hit it with all his power, knocking Joey back into -- -- how Tommy used to get them. Joey came down off his toes. His stance changed abruptly, hands at belt level, but nearer to his body. He edged close to Marino and chugged two short blows into his middle, whipping the punches with body leverage, and the crowd roared to its feet. Men sitting back rows swore it was as though they in the were seeing Tommy White again. Marino grunted, turned ashen and retreated. Strength coursed through Joey's limbs. 116 anchored to the canvas pressed floor like a sturdy tree and raised his sights. The short, sharp, murderous punches whipped fbi-war- d. to Marino's swarthy Jaw. Through the smoky air the gloves flew punch, punch, punch! When there was nothing more in front of him to punchy Joey leaned from a neutral corner and bawled at the body on the canvas as the referee's arm rose and fell. "Get up . . . Get up and fight! I ain't finished yet," Then somehow he was in Doc's arms. Doc was kissing him and there were tears on Doc's face and he was crying, "Tommy . . . Tommy . . . Joey boy , . . It was Just like Tommy was alive again. Joey, baby, there ain't nothing goln to stop you now , . by Paul Gallico ... . ; 1V J, W the ropes. ) But he didn't go down. Marino followed up, pumping left and right to Joey's head, rock cry ''S.fr :A . ' . - -- J"vH - ,M s :r :M V ft -' . A - , My. og M 14 fek , J''4 tfj ' IL1USTKATCO if WIUIAM VOM KtSCCN |