Good Books

"
"I know what you mean," nodded Ravenslee, "and I'm sure you're right.
By the way, have you ever seen M'Ginnis fight?"
"I seen him scrap once or twice--he's sure ugly in a rough-house, but in
th' ring--well, I dunno!"
"Has he a punch?"
"Bo, he's got a sleep-pill in each mitt if--if he can land his wallop
right! Yes, siree, if Bud can hit a guy where it'll do most good, that
guy's sure goin' to forget his cares an' troubles for a bit. But he's
slow an' heavy, Bud is, though I ain't never seen him mix it in th'
ring, mind."
"H'm," said Ravenslee thoughtfully, "M'Ginnis seems to have it all his
own way around here--why?"
"Well, because Bud's Bud, an' because Bud's old man is a Tammany
boss--which gives Bud a big pull wid d' police. 'Nuff said, I guess."
"Quite!" nodded Ravenslee, and walked thereafter deeper in thought than
ever. "Where are you taking me?" he enquired, as they turned a sudden
corner.
"To d' river!"
"This is Eleventh Avenue, then?"
"Yep! Watch out you don't trip on d' railroad tracks.


Pages:
98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122