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Instinctively Lefty joined the rush toward the center of disturbance. He caught a glimpse of two men struggling in close embrace, each raining blows upon the other's face and body. He saw that one of them was Bert Elgin. The other was a big, burly fellow, dressed in a workman's Sunday best, his face flushed, his eyes aflame with anger.
A score of other men were trying to get close enough to put in a blow or two. The place resounded with shouts of: "Kill him! " "Lynch him! " "Beat him up! " Then the whole struggling mob burst through the narrow doorway into the garish, glittering lobby.