Martin Eden Ch 15 p151

Paul Stought

May 29

They shrank away from him. They were brutes, but he was the arch-brute, a thing of terror that towered over them and dominated them.	Dhae shrangk uwae frum him. Dhae wur broots, but hy wuz dhy arch-broot, u thing uv terur dhat tourd oevur dhem and domunaetud dhem.
"This is my scrap, an' they ain't goin' to be no buttin' in. Gimme them knuckles."	"Dhis iz mie skrap, an' dhae aent go.in' too by noe butin' in. Gimy dhem nukulz."
Cheese-Face, sobered and a bit frightened, surrendered the foul weapon.	Chyz-Faes, soeburd and u bit frietund, surendurd dhu foul Wepun.
"You passed 'em to him, you red-head sneakin' in behind the push there," Martin went on, as he tossed the knuckles into the water. "I seen you, an' I was wonderin' what you was up to. If you try anything like that again, I'll beat cheh to death. Understand?"	"Ue pasd 'um too him, ue red-hedud snykin' in bihiend dhu pwsh dher," Mortun went on, az hy tosd dhu nukulz intoo dhu wotur. "Ie syn ue, an' Ie wuz wundurin' whot ue wuz up too. If ue trie enything liek dhat ugen, Ie'l byt chu too deth. Undurstand?"
They fought on, through exhaustion and beyond, to exhaustion immeasurable and inconceivable, until the crowd of brutes, its blood-lust sated, terrified by what it saw, begged them impartially to cease. And Cheese-Face, ready to drop and die, or to stay on his legs and die, a grisly monster out of whose features all likeness to Cheese-Face had been beaten, wavered and hesitated; but Martin sprang in and smashed him again and again.	Dhae faut on, throo egzauschun and byond, too egzauschun imezhurubul and inkunsyvubul, until dhu kroud uv broots, its blud-lust saetud, terufied bie whot it sau, begd dhem imporshuly too sys. And Chyz-Faes, redy too drop and die, aur too stae on hiz legz and die, u grizly monstur out uv hooz fychurz aul lieknus too Chyz-Faes had bin bytun, waevurd and hezutaetud; but Mortun sprang in and smashd him ugen and ugen.
Next, after a seeming century or so, with Cheese-Face weakening fast, in a mix-up of blows there was a loud snap, and Martin's right arm dropped to his side. It was a broken bone. Everybody heard it and knew; and Cheese-Face knew, rushing like a tiger in the other's extremity and raining blow on blow. Martin's gang surged forward to interfere. Dazed by the rapid succession of blows, Martin warned them back with vile and earnest curses sobbed out and groaned in ultimate desolation and despair.	Nekst, aftur u syming senchury aur soe, with Chyz-Faes wykuning fast, in u miks-up uv bloez dher wuz u loud snap, and Mortun'z riet orm dropd too hiz sied. It wuz u broekun boen. Evrybody hurd it and noo; and Chyz-Faes noo, rushing liek u tiegur in dhy uthur'z ekstremuty and raening bloe on bloe. Mortun'z gang surjd faurwurd too inturfir. Daezd bie dhu rapud sukseshun uv bloez, Mortun waurnd dhem bak with viel and urnust kursuz sobd out and groend in ultumut desulaeshun and disper.
He punched on, with his left hand only, and as he punched, doggedly, only half-conscious, as from a remote distance he	Hy punchd on, with hiz left hand oenly, and az hy punchd, doguldly, oenly haf-konshus, az frum u rimoet distuns hy
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