"
"Larry sure was game all through, yes--right up to the knock-out. A
good, clean fighter. 'N' say, bo, I was real sorry to see him counted
out."
"It meant a big purse for you, I remember."
"Oh, sure, I had money to burn. I ain't got much left now, though," said
the Spider ruefully.
"You came pretty near being a world's champion, Spider."
"Aw--jest near enough t' miss it, I guess. Talkin' o' champeens, the
greatest of 'em, th' best fightin' man as ever swung a mitt, I reckon
was Joe Madden, as retired years ago. Nobody could ever lick Joe
Madden."
"Did you know him?"
"Not me, bo, I wasn't in his class. But I seen him fight years ago."
"Do you think Spike will ever make a champion?" enquired Ravenslee
suddenly. "I mean if he were given every chance?"
"Well," answered the Spider slowly, "he sure has the grit; ther ain't
nothin' on two legs he's afraid of except--himself, bo. He's too
high-strung. Nerves is his trouble, I reckon. Why, Chee! When he's in d'
ring he can't be still a minute, can't let himself rest between rounds,
see? He kinder beats himself, I guess.
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