{"product_id":"2940013745643","title":"General Ironfist","description":"AS I CLUMB into the ring that night in the Pleasure Palace Fight\u003cbr\u003eClub, on the Hong Kong waterfront, I was low in my mind. I'd come to\u003cbr\u003eHong Kong looking for a former shipmate of mine. I'd come on from\u003cbr\u003eTainan as fast as I could, even leaving my bulldog Mike aboard the\u003cbr\u003e_Sea Girl,_ which wasn't due to touch at Hong Kong for a couple of\u003cbr\u003eweeks yet.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut Soapy Jackson, the feller I was looking for, had just dropped\u003cbr\u003eplumb out of sight. Nobody'd saw him for weeks, or knowed what had\u003cbr\u003ebecome of him. Meanwhile my dough was all gone, so I accepted a bout\u003cbr\u003ewith a big Chinese fighter they called the Yeller Typhoon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was a favorite with the sporting crowd and the Palace was\u003cbr\u003ejammed with both white men and Chineses that night, some very high\u003cbr\u003eclass. I noticed one Chinee in particular, whilst setting in my corner\u003cbr\u003ewaiting for the bell, because his European clothes was so swell, and\u003cbr\u003ebecause he seemed to take such a burning interest in the goings on.\u003cbr\u003eBut I didn't pay much attention to the crowd; I was impatient to get\u003cbr\u003ethe battle over with.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Yeller Typhoon weighed three hundred pounds and he was a head\u003cbr\u003etaller'n me; but most of his weight was around his waist-line, and he\u003cbr\u003edidn't have the kind of arms and shoulders that makes a hitter. And it\u003cbr\u003edon't make no difference how big a Chinaman is, he can't take it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI wasn't in no mood for classy boxing that night. I just walked\u003cbr\u003einto him, let him flail away with both hands till I seen a opening,\u003cbr\u003eand then let go my right. He shook the ring when he hit the boards,\u003cbr\u003eand the brawl was over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003ePaying no heed to the howls of the dumbfounded multitude, I\u003cbr\u003ehastened to my dressing-room, donned my duds, and then hauled a letter\u003cbr\u003efrom my britches pocket and studied it like I'd done a hundred times\u003cbr\u003ebefore.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt was addressed to Mr. Soapy Jackson, American Bar, Tainan,\u003cbr\u003eTaiwan, and was from a San Francisco law firm. After Soapy left the\u003cbr\u003e_Sea Girl,_ he tended bar at the American, but he'd been gone a month\u003cbr\u003ewhen the _Sea Girl_ docked at Tainan again, and the proprietor showed\u003cbr\u003eme that letter which had just come for him. He said Soapy had went to\u003cbr\u003eHong Kong, but he didn't know his address, so I took the letter and\u003cbr\u003ecome on alone to find him, because I had a idea it was important.\u003cbr\u003eMaybe he'd been left a fortune.","brand":"WDS Publishing","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47156002357488,"sku":"2940013745643","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013745643_p0.jpg?v=1763589688","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013745643","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}