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Title: In And Out

Author: Edgar Franklin

Illustrator: Paul Stahr

Release Date: August 9, 2010 [EBook #33392]

Language: English

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IN AND OUT

BY EDGAR FRANKLIN

Frontispiece by PAUL STAHR

New York
W. J. Watt & Company
PUBLISHERS

Copyright, 1917, by
W. J. WATT & COMPANY

PRESS OF
BRAUNWORTH & CO.
BOOK MANUFACTURERS
BROOKLYN, N. Y.

[Illustration: The girl weighed, perhaps, one hundred and twenty pounds,
and handling that amount of weight was a mere joke to Wilkins]

CONTENTS

I. THE GREAT UNRECOGNIZED

II. THEORY'S VICTIM

III. OPPORTUNITY

IV. THE RELUCTANT ONE

V. THE WEE SMA' HOURS

VI. JOHNSON BOLLER PROPOSES

VII. THE BUTTERFLY

VIII. SCORNED

IX. CRIME?

X. THE WEB

XI. THE OTHER LADY

XII. THE CRASH

XIII. IN THE BOX

XIV. CONCERNING THREE GROUPS

XV. THICK AND FAST

XVI. THE LIE

IN AND OUT

CHAPTER I

The Great Unrecognized

Up in the ring, the long-nosed person who had been announced as Kid
Horrigan was having things much his own way with the smaller person
billed as the Bronx Tornado.

It was the wont of Kid Horrigan to step forward lightly, to rap the
Tornado smartly on the bridge of the nose, and thereafter to step back
as lightly and wait until the few wild blows had fanned the air and the
Tornado had returned to his meaningless and somewhat bewildered crouch.

Thereupon, in almost preoccupied fashion, the Kid stepped forward once
more--and when he had done it again and again the performance began to
grow monotonous and, down in Box B at the ringside, Johnson Boller
yawned aloud.

The yawn finished, he leaned over wearily and add