withdrew his hand. The swart man became pensive, spat impressively on the platform, and resumed his theme.
"Whad I was going to say was this," he said; was gravelled, and shook his head at his foot.
Denton became curious. "Go on," he said, attentive.
The swart man took the plunge. He grasped Denton's arm, became intimate in his attitude. "'Scuse me," he said. "Fact is, you done know 'ow to scrap. Done know 'ow to. Why—you done know 'ow to begin. You'll get killed if you don't mind. 'Ouldin' your 'ands—There!"
He reinforced his statement by objurgation, watching the effect of each oath with a wary eye.
"F'r instance. You're tall. Long arms. You get a longer reach than any one in the brasted vault. Gobblimey, but I thought I'd got a Tough on. 'Stead of which. . . . 'Scuse me. I wouldn't have 'it you if I'd known. It's like fighting sacks. 'Tisn' right. Y'r arms seemed 'ung on 'ooks. Reg'lar—'ung on 'ooks. There!"
Denton stared, and then surprised and hurt his battered chin by a sudden laugh. Bitter tears came into his eyes.
"Go on," he said.
