About this time, Doctor Boyce was in hot pursuit of Gloria. He had caught a glimpse of her hat, and he thought he saw it turn in at a door. He was almost more angry than anxious. He tried all the doors. At length, he reached the dance hall. He glanced at the crowd and felt sure that Gloria could not be there. He was about to be laughed; the crowd greeted when Choey's late companion, Moll, admired him and danced up to him, daring him to invite her to supper. And then he saw Gloria—a most astonishing Gloria. She had been so enraged by her captor's insistence that he seized him by the neck scarf and, leaping up, caught him by the hair and dragging his head down, slapped his face.
Choey was a believer in the equality of women, and he made ready to return blow for blow. Royce made a wild rush and blocked the attack. He drew Gloria's arm through his and started out.
The crowd stopped dancing and watched. Choey was not in the habit of surrendering. He let out a yell and seized Gloria's other arm. Royce broke his grip by jiu jitsu and flung him off. He fell against a table, upsetting the occupants, who rose and struck at him, then at one another.
Choey  Aged at Royce. The zest of battle filled the air. Royce put Gloria back of him and met Choey halfway. Royce was a college boxer and Choey had a schooling in the east side rings. 