第8章 Part I.(7)

`That gal's got a nice voice,'said Jimmy Nowlett.

`Nice voice!'snarled Romany,who'd been waiting for a chance to be nasty.

`Why,I've heard a tom-cat sing better.'

I moved,and Jack,he was sitting next me,nudged me to keep quiet.

The chaps didn't like Romany's talk about 'Possum at all.

They were all fond of her:she wasn't a pet or a tomboy,for she wasn't built that way,but they were fond of her in such a way that they didn't like to hear anything said about her.They said nothing for a while,but it meant a lot.Perhaps the single men didn't care to speak for fear that it would be said that they were gone on Mary.

But presently Jimmy Nowlett gave a big puff at his pipe and spoke --`I suppose you got bit too in that quarter,Romany?'

`Oh,she tried it on,but it didn't go,'said Romany.

`I've met her sort before.She's setting her cap at that Jackaroo now.

Some girls will run after anything with trousers on,'and he stood up.

Jack Barnes must have felt what was coming,for he grabbed my arm,and whispered,`Sit still,Joe,damn you!He's too good for you!'but I was on my feet and facing Romany as if a giant hand had reached down and wrenched me off the log and set me there.

`You're a damned crawler,Romany!'I said.

Little Jimmy Nowlett was between us and the other fellows round us before a blow got home.`Hold on,you damned fools!'they said.

`Keep quiet till we get away from the house!'There was a little clear flat down by the river and plenty of light there,so we decided to go down there and have it out.

Now I never was a fighting man;I'd never learnt to use my hands.

I scarcely knew how to put them up.Jack often wanted to teach me,but I wouldn't bother about it.He'd say,`You'll get into a fight some day,Joe,or out of one,and shame me;'but I hadn't the patience to learn.

He'd wanted me to take lessons at the station after work,but he used to get excited,and I didn't want Mary to see him knocking me about.Before he was married Jack was always getting into fights --he generally tackled a better man and got a hiding;but he didn't seem to care so long as he made a good show --though he used to explain the thing away from a scientific point of view for weeks after.To tell the truth,I had a horror of fighting;I had a horror of being marked about the face;I think I'd sooner stand off and fight a man with revolvers than fight him with fists;and then I think I would say,last thing,`Don't shoot me in the face!'

Then again I hated the idea of hitting a man.It seemed brutal to me.

I was too sensitive and sentimental,and that was what the matter was.

Jack seemed very serious on it as we walked down to the river,and he couldn't help hanging out blue lights.

`Why didn't you let me teach you to use your hands?'he said.

`The only chance now is that Romany can't fight after all.

If you'd waited a minute I'd have been at him.'We were a bit behind the rest,and Jack started giving me points about lefts and rights,and `half-arms',and that sort of thing.`He's left-handed,and that's the worst of it,'said Jack.`You must only make as good a show as you can,and one of us will take him on afterwards.'

But I just heard him and that was all.It was to be my first fight since I was a boy,but,somehow,I felt cool about it --sort of dulled.

If the chaps had known all they would have set me down as a cur.

I thought of that,but it didn't make any difference with me then;I knew it was a thing they couldn't understand.I knew I was reckoned pretty soft.But I knew one thing that they didn't know.

I knew that it was going to be a fight to a finish,one way or the other.

I had more brains and imagination than the rest put together,and I suppose that that was the real cause of most of my trouble.

I kept saying to myself,`You'll have to go through with it now,Joe,old man!

It's the turning-point of your life.'If I won the fight,I'd set to work and win Mary;if I lost,I'd leave the district for ever.

A man thinks a lot in a flash sometimes;I used to get excited over little things,because of the very paltriness of them,but I was mostly cool in a crisis --Jack was the reverse.I looked ahead:

I wouldn't be able to marry a girl who could look back and remember when her husband was beaten by another man --no matter what sort of brute the other man was.

I never in my life felt so cool about a thing.Jack kept whispering instructions,and showing with his hands,up to the last moment,but it was all lost on me.

Looking back,I think there was a bit of romance about it:

Mary singing under the vines to amuse a Jackaroo dude,and a coward going down to the river in the moonlight to fight for her.

It was very quiet in the little moonlit flat by the river.

We took off our coats and were ready.There was no swearing or barracking.

It seemed an understood thing with the men that if I went out first round Jack would fight Romany;and if Jack knocked him out somebody else would fight Jack to square matters.Jim Bullock wouldn't mind obliging for one;he was a mate of Jack's,but he didn't mind who he fought so long as it was for the sake of fair play --or `peace and quietness',as he said.Jim was very good-natured.He backed Romany,and of course Jack backed me.

As far as I could see,all Romany knew about fighting was to jerk one arm up in front of his face and duck his head by way of a feint,and then rush and lunge out.But he had the weight and strength and length of reach,and my first lesson was a very short one.I went down early in the round.

But it did me good;the blow and the look I'd seen in Romany's eyes knocked all the sentiment out of me.Jack said nothing,--he seemed to regard it as a hopeless job from the first.

Next round I tried to remember some things Jack had told me,and made a better show,but I went down in the end.

I felt Jack breathing quick and trembling as he lifted me up.

`How are you,Joe?'he whispered.

`I'm all right,'I said.

`It's all right,'whispered Jack in a voice as if I was going to be hanged,but it would soon be all over.`He can't use his hands much more than you can --take your time,Joe --try to remember something I told you,for God's sake!'