第 34 节
作者:冬儿      更新:2024-04-07 11:52      字数:2176
  surge; was to his brain no more than the velvet cool of a
  summer twilight。
  Into the seventeenth round Danny carried his rally。 Rivera;
  under a heavy blow; drooped and sagged。 His hands dropped
  helplessly as he reeled backward。 Danny thought it was his
  chance。 The boy was at; his mercy。 Thus Rivera; feigning;
  caught him off his guard; lashing out a clean drive to the
  mouth。 Danny went down。 When he arose; Rivera felled him with a
  down…chop of the right on neck and jaw。 Three times he repeated
  this。 It was impossible for any referee to call these blows
  foul。
  〃Oh; Bill! Bill!〃 Kelly pleaded to the referee。
  〃I can't;〃 that official lamented back。 〃He won't give me a
  chance。〃
  Danny; battered and heroic; still kept coming up。 Kelly and
  others near to the ring began to cry out to the police to stop
  it; though Danny's corner refused to throw in the towel。 Rivera
  saw the fat police captain starting awkwardly to climb through
  the ropes; and was not sure what it meant。 There were so many
  ways of cheating in this game of the Gringos。 Danny; on his
  feet; tottered groggily and helplessly before him。 The referee
  and the captain were both reaching for Rivera when he struck
  the last blow。 There was no need to stop the fight; for Danny
  did not rise。
  〃Count!〃 Rivera cried hoarsely to the referee。
  And when the count was finished; Danny's seconds gathered him
  up and carried him to his corner。
  〃Who wins?〃 Rivera demanded。
  Reluctantly; the referee caught his gloved hand and held it
  aloft。
  There were no congratulations for Rivera。 He walked to his
  corner unattended; where his seconds had not yet placed his
  stool。 He leaned backward on the ropes and looked his hatred at
  them; swept it on and about him till the whole ten thousand
  Gringos were included。 His knees trembled under him; and he was
  sobbing from exhaustion。 Before his eyes the hated faces swayed
  back and forth in the giddiness of nausea。 Then he remembered
  they were the guns。 The guns were his。 The Revolution could go
  on。
  End