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7 50 «3 ~©=——”:«C PEE, AMERICAN MARQUIS. Without any waste of words the man, who was a burly fellow, whipped out his knife and sprang at Jean. The others moved aside to watch the fun in safety. Jean caught the man, took the knife from him as if he had been a child, and drove it to its hilt in the table. ** Don’t be a fool,” he said, ‘‘or V’ll dislocate your arm. It’s a trick I have.” - With an oath the man rushed at him again, unable to be- ese that he could have been so easily worsted, except by a trick he could overcome. Jean caught him, whirled him abont, took him by the arm, and threw him away with a peculiar twist. The man’s right arm hung limp—dislocated. ‘<I told you so,” said Jean, quietly. ‘‘ ‘his is my trick. They call me Bras-de-Fer ([ron-Arm) in Paris.” «“Aha,” laughed: Caradoc, glancing admiringly at him, we must be related then, for I have been called ‘Tete- de- ae é woe i . Ow _ — ee. 3 33 Fer. _ Bravo, comrade!” exclaimed J ean; *¢ let’s have a bottle - to better acquaintance. ‘That is, if the old villain here has anything but the sour poison he just gave me. I guess he : thought [ was an Italian.” gaid: Then turning to the man who was groaning with pain, he ** Look you, mon amt, I bear you no ill-will, and if you are satisfied I will throw your arm back and you shall drink with us. What say your” “Kh, mon Dieu, Monsieur Bras-de-Fer. Yes, | am sat- . isfied, and I hope you are.” ‘“Oh, yes, I needed some sort of introduction to you all, - and I guess this will do. Eh?” He looked around inquiringly. ‘* Yes, yes,” was the admiring affirmative. . A skillful pull and turn sent the dislocated arm back in its socket with a snap. Now rub that with liniment. to-night, and in a week you will be all right, unless you should call me a cheat again.” ‘There was no trouble after that in entering into the most cordial relations with all the men excepting Frenchy. Frenchy admired and respected the man who was so. strong, and who bore him so masterfully. cComicbooks:com