"
"We must dodge 'em, Spider."
"S'pose we can't?"
"Then we must trust our luck, and I've got a hunch we shall get Spike
away somehow before Mr. Flowers dopes him or makes him drunk; anyway
we'll try. The dressing rooms are behind the annex, aren't they?"
"Know the place, do ye?"
"I've looked it over. We can get in behind the annex, can't we?"
"In?" repeated the Spider, smiling grimly. "Oh, we'll get in all right;
what gets my goat is how we're goin' t' get out again. You sure are a
bird for takin' chances, Geoff."
"Life is made up of chances, Spider, and there are two kinds of
men--those who take them joyfully and those who don't."
"Well, say, you can scratch me on the joyful business. I'm th' guy as
only takes chances he's paid t' take."
"How much are you getting on this job, Spider?"
"Oh--well--I mean--say, what's th' time, bo?"
"Five minutes after eight--why?"
"I guess d' Kid's in th' ring, then. There's a full card t'night, an'
he's scheduled for eight sharp, so I reckon he's fightin' now--an' good
luck to him!" By this time they had reached that dark and quiet
neighbourhood where stood O'Rourke's saloon.
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