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No man ever flung it into my face that I didn't give him a chance not and got away with it." Hogarty glanced meaningly down at the restraining hand upon his sleeve and Ogden removed it hastily. He stood in dismayed indecision until the ex-lightweight had disappeared before he turned toward Young Denny, who had been watching in silence his effort at intervention. Denny had not moved.
But," he stopped and made a painstaking effort to fit the torn card together again, "but I have an idea that Bolton may be the one to hold out. There are some honest people, you know, who are honest all the time. He might not understand the necessity of er a little professional fixing, so to speak." "Will he have to be in on it?" Hogarty countered instantly. "Will he?
Hogarty had a way of telling them just how little they actually amounted to, which, no matter how wickedly it cut, never failed to amuse them. The older generation dared do nothing else, even in the face of the ex-lightweight's scathingly sarcastic admiration of their constantly increasing waist-line or lack of one.
And because he knew Hogarty, too, as few men had ever come to know him, he had often assured himself that he was thankful not to be the man who had earned it.
It wouldn't be exactly a glorious retreat from the field, but it wouldn't be so painful, either. Just remember that, will you? I'm to fit you out with some fighting togs, I suppose, if you'll just come along." He turned to follow in the direction which Hogarty had taken, and then paused once more. "Beg pardon for the omission, Mr. Bolton," he added, and he smiled boyishly.
And Hogarty was playing dominoes this particular Monday morning, at a little round, green-topped table against the wall opposite the door, peering stealthily at the upturning face of each piece of a newly dealt hand, when the clock struck off that hour. But if Hogarty was oblivious to everything but the game, his opponent was far from being in that much to be envied state.
Hogarty was through the ropes with the bell. As Denny dropped upon the stool he stripped the glove from the boy's right hand and examined it with anxious fingers. The other two were sponging his chest with water pumping fresh air into his lungs; but Old Jerry's eyes clung to the calamity written upon Hogarty's gray features.
And when Hogarty spoke it was once more in his smoothly perfect, delightfully measured, best professor-of-English style, for all that his opening remark was couched in the vernacular. "Mr. Bolton," he began to the boy sitting quiet before him, "it looks as though we would have to hand it to you which I earnestly desire you to believe I am now doing, with both hands.
Just some come-on," Hogarty repeated his former information, "who thinks because he's cleaned up main street and licked the village blacksmith that he's a world-beater. Why, Boots? You aren't worried, are you?" The contemplative gleam in Sutton's eyes deepened. "Because," he stated thoughtfully, "just because there's some mistake or or he's made of brass.
The purring perfection of Hogarty's discourse was enticing. The absurd simplicity of his plan, which he admitted must, after all, be credited to the astuteness of Dennison himself, was more than alluring. But that smile was the quintessence of hypnotic flattery. It savored of a delightful intimacy which Jesse Hogarty accorded to few men.
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