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Ravenslee, he nodded and lurched forward.
"What's doin', Geoff?" he enquired.
"I'm off to O'Rourke's--coming?"
"Not much! An' say, 't ain't worth your trouble--I ain't fightin'.
Nawthin' but a lot o' fifth-raters."
"I'm going over to fetch Spike."
"How much?" exclaimed the Spider, his square jaws immobile from sheer
astonishment. "Say, you ain't crazy, are ye--I mean you ain't dippy or
cracked in the dome, are ye? Because d' Kid's goin' ten rounds with
Young Alf, d' East Side Wonder, t'night, see?"
"Not if I can help it, Spider."
"Aw--come off, bo! D'ye think Bud'll let him go?"
"I shan't ask Bud--or any one else."
"Meanin' as you'll walk right in on Bud's tough bunch an' cop out d' Kid
on y'r lonesome--eh?"
"I shall try."
"Then you sure are crazy; if y'r dome ain't cracked yet, it's sure goin'
t' be. Why, Bud 'n' his crowd'll soak you good 'n' plenty 'n' chuck ye
out again quicker'n ye went in. They will sure, bo--if you go--"
"I'm wondering if you'll come along and help?" said Ravenslee lazily.


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