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"Do I look like I was scared? You
know there ain't any guy I'm scared of--but I promised Hermy--"
"Pip-pip!" grinned Larry. "Say, if you don't turn up t'night, d'ye know
what d' bunch'll say? Dey'll say you're a--quitter!"
"Well, don't you say it, that's all!" said Spike, laying aside his hat
and clenching his fists.
"Not me!" grinned Larry. "There'll be plenty to do that, I guess--dey'd
call it after ye in d' streets--dey'll give ye th' ha! ha! Dey'll say
Hermy Chesterton's brother's a quitter--a quitter!"
For a long moment Spike stood with bent head and hands tightly
clenched, then crossing to the sideboard, he picked up his shabby cap.
"Who's in my corner?"
"Now you're talkin', Kiddo; I know as you--"
"Who's in my corner?"
"Bud an' Lefty, 'n' say, I guess they can handle you all right, eh? 'N'
say, come on, let's cop a sneak before any one butts in--d' fire escape
for ours, eh?"
"Sure!" said Spike, climbing through the window. "Oh, there ain't nobody
goin' t' call Hermy Chesterton's brother a quitter.


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