"Well, that's what gets my goat;
I dunno quite, bo. Y' see, I shan't be able t' get no more fights here
in the East now, not wi' Bud 'n' his old man against me--y' see, Bud's
old man's about the biggest--"
"I wonder if you'd care to come with me?"
"Whaffor?"
"Well, for one thing, I need another chauffeur and--"
"A--what?" The Spider halted under a lamp-post to stare at Ravenslee a
little anxiously. "Say, now, take a holt of ye'self an' jest put that
one over th' plate again--you need a--what?"
"Another chauffeur."
"Another shuvver--another? Bo, y' didn't happen t' get a soak on th'
bean just now, did ye?"
"No."
"Well, then, I guess you're some shook up; what you want's food, right
now!"
"Why, yes, now you mention it, I'm devilish hungry," agreed Ravenslee.
"Leave it t' me, bo--I know a chewin'-joint close by--soup, joint,
sweets, an' coffee an' only a quarter a throw--some feed, bo! Shin right
along, I'll--"
"No, you shall come home and dine with me."
"Home?" repeated the Spider, halting to stare again; "you're sure
talkin' ramblin'--"
"We can discuss the chauffeur's job then--"
"Shuvver?" said the Spider uneasily.
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