Beetle-browed Vince Foster was not a thoughtful young man in spite of the perplexed look that always lay on his battered countenance. But he had a wicked punch, and the little touch of meanness that puts a razor edge on a fighter. In prize rings around Omaha, he stood wide-legged, off-balance and clumsy, but he still knocked out twelve of the first 20 opponents that faced him. Out of the ring, Vince was just as rugged; in the course of a brawling youth, he once gave the marshal of Rulo, Neb. two black eyes...
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