Eh—she's just like a baby—don't mean a thing wrong by that—eh—maybe a bit peeved over—well, I gotta run along. Be in callin' distance!"
And he beats it.
Right away I get a chill. I was wishin' Miss Dolores Brewster was in Loose Angeles, believe me!
Knockout Burns clears his throat.
"This Hamilton guy," he snarls. "Where does he rate that stuff? Amateur champ, hey? Well, there's one bozo I can take and I'm tellin' North America that me and that bird will go to the post before we knock off work here! Where does he fit to grab off that Jane, hey?"
Poor Knockout Burns. The only guy which didn't figure at all!
Still lookin' after Hamilton and Nada, the Kid has a odd, half smile on his face.
"It must be that this Nada person thinks you don't like her, Kid, hey?" I remarks uneasily.
"No," says the Kid, suddenly showin' astonishin' shrewdness. "It's because she thinks I do!" Then he laughs and speaks kinda to himself: "This will amuse Dolores—Lord, I'll have a book to write her to-night!"
I guess he was safe, hey?
Well, boys and girls, I got to admit that, as a movie star, Kid Roberts was a wonderful box fighter! The boy screened as well as Mary Pickford's husband, but he was no actor and that was that. This make-believe stuff hit him as bein' the height of ridiculous, and he'd come in for his rub-down after a tough day before
