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"Say, bo, where'd you meet up wid Spike, anyway?" enquired the Spider,
as they strode along Tenth Avenue. "You don't belong around here, do
ye?"
"No. Do you know where he was last night?"
"You can search me, bo. All I savvy is he was off on some frame-up or
other."
"Who with?"
"Well--not wid me."
"Did you see any one with him besides M'Ginnis at O'Rourke's?"
"No, there was only them two."
"Ah, I guessed as much," said Ravenslee, nodding; "he went away with
M'Ginnis--good!"
"Say, bo," questioned the Spider when they had gone some way in silence,
"I ain't seen you fight anywheres, have I?"
"No, but I've seen you, Spider, I saw you beat Larry McKinnon at
'Frisco."
"Which sure was some fight!" nodded the Spider. "Them half-arm jolts of
his sure shook me some; he'd have got me in th' third if I hadn't
clinched."
"He was a terror at in-fighting."
"He sure was, bo!"
"It was your jabbing and footwork won you the fight, Spider, one of the
best I've ever seen--very little clinching and clean breakaways.


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