That was where Windy dropped the niblick and jumped at him, and Cupid was correct about the coyote. Put him in a hole where he can't get out, attack him hard enough, and he _will_ fight. Adolphus dropped the book and nailed Windy on the chin with a right upper cut that jarred the whole Wilkins family. "Keep out of it, everybody!" yelled Cupid with a sudden flash of inspiration. "It's an elimination contest! More power to both of 'em--and may they both lose!" Inside of two seconds the whole floor of the Devil's Kitchen was littered up with fists and elbows and boots and knees. They fought into clinches and battered their way out of them; they tripped over roots and scrambled to their feet again; they tossed all rules to the winds except the rule of self-preservation. The air was full of heartfelt grunts and sounds as of some one beating a rag carpet, and the language which floated to us was--well, elemental, to say the least. And through it all the gallery looked down in decent silence; there was no favourite for whom any one cared to cheer. When Windy came toiling up out of the pit alone, but one remark was addressed to him. "Aren't you going to play it out?" asked Cupid. "Huh?" said Windy, pausing. His coat was torn off his back, his soiled white trousers were out at the knees, his nose was bleeding freely, and his mouth was lopsided. "Aren't you going to finish the match? You've only played 46. Kitts made a mistake in the count." "Finish--hell!" snarled Windy. "You roosted up here like a lot of buzzards and let me chop myself out of the contest! I feel like finishin' the lot of you, and I'm through with any club that'll let a swine like Kitts be a member!" Oddly enough, this last statement was substantially the same as the one Adolphus made when he recovered consciousness. The wily Cupid, concealing from each the intentions of the other, and becoming a bearer of pens, ink, and paper, managed to secure both their resignations before they left the clubhouse that evening, and peace now reigns at the Country Club. We have been given to understand that in the future the committee on membership will require gilt-edged certificates of character and that no rough diamonds need apply. Nobody won the handicap cup, and nobody knows what to do with it, though there is some talk of having it engraved as follows: "Elimination Trophy--won by W. W. Wilkins, knockout, one round." Other Fiction ZANE GREY'S NOVELS _THE MAN OF THE FOREST_ _THE DESERT OF WHEAT_ _THE U. P. TRAIL_ _WILDFIRE_ _THE BORDER LEGION_ _THE RAINBOW TRAIL_ _THE HERITAGE OF THE DESERT_ _RIDERS OF THE PURPLE SAGE_ _THE LIGHT OF WESTERN STARS_ _THE LAST OF THE PLAINSMEN_ _THE LONE STAR RANGER_ _DESERT GOLD_ _BETTY ZANE_ _LAST OF THE GREAT SCOUTS_ The life story of "Buffalo Bill" by his sister Helen Cody Wetmore, with Foreword and conclusion by Zane Grey _ZANE GREY'S BOOKS FOR BOYS_