can't finish in front all the time! Brace up now, you'll be all right in a coupla days, and—"
"All right, is ut?" bawls Kelly, pullin' himself to his feet by the ropes. "And did ye iver see a Kelly that wasn't all roight?"
"You tell 'em!" grins the manager, still a trifle uneasy. "Now—"
"Shut up, ye divilish banshee!" howls Kelly. "'Twas you that stopped the foight, they tell me."
"Yes," mumbles the manager, backin' away. "I stopped it so—"
"Stop this, thin!" yells Special Delivery Kelly, and lets go with all he had left on that baby's jaw!
That Kelly was tough, hey?
Well, after payin' off hithers and you in Sandusky, and gettin' fitted for a set of tickets to N. Y., I have a even hundred and twenty-five berries left of the four hundred we accumulated from the extermination of Monsieur Kelly. I divided this with the Kid, givin' him the twenty-five, and the minute we have hired parkin' space for ourselves at a Manhattan hotel he disappears. I hunted for him all afternoon, but he might as well of been vice president, because nobody had laid a eye on him or heard anything about him.
In the midst of my search I run into a billiard palace which is a hangout of mine when I am in this burg which electric lights made famous. It is called a billiard palace for the reason that billiards is about the only thing which ain't played there. I play a race at Havana and do myself $250 worth of good, and then I sidle on to the rear, where a exhibition of the gallopin' dominoes, or, to get technical, a crap game, is bein' had. In
