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He saw Hogarty leap over the ropes and kneel saw the boy Legs rush across with ammonia and water and he understood. Ogden was at his side, pounding him upon the shoulder and shrieking in his ear. His eyes lifted from the face of the fallen man to that of the heliotrope silk-shirted person beside him. "He's not really badly hurt, is he?" he inquired slowly. "I I didn't hit him too hard?"
Hogarty was leaning over Sutton in the opposite corner, frowning and talking rapidly. "What's the matter, Boots?" he demanded anxiously. "Haven't lost your kick, have you?" Sutton gazed contemplatively down at his gloved hands and up again into his employer's face. "Who'd you say that guy was?" he countered. "Where's he blowed in from again?" "A rube down from the hills he called it.
Ogden ceased for a moment thumping him on the back. "Hurt!" he yelped. "Didn't hit him too hard! Why, man, he's stiff, right now. He's ready for the coroner! Gad and I was pitying you I was " Young Denny shook him off and crossed and knelt beside the kneeling Hogarty. And at that moment Sutton opened his eyes again and stared dully into the ex-lightweight's face.
Then a gong struck. They reached out and each touched the glove of the other. Old Jerry could not follow it it came too terribly swift for that but he heard the thudding impact of gloves as Denny hurtled forward in that first savage rush. "From the gong," Hogarty had ordered, "from the gong!"
He bowed gracefully and reached out and silently shook hands. When he spoke, instead of the perfectly enunciated, picturesquely profane rebuke which the silk-shirted boy was waiting to hear, his voice was even smoother and softer, and choicer of intonation than usual. "Quite so," he stated. "Quite free from error or embarrassing mistake, sir. I am Mr. Jesse Hogarty.
Just watch him a trifle and hand it to him good!" Sutton nodded and rose to his feet. Watch in hand, Hogarty vaulted the ropes, and Ogden, with a last whispered admonition, bundled up the bathrobe and scuttled from the ring. At that moment Young Denny's bulkily slender body was even more deceptive. Sutton, even when trained to his finest, would have outweighed him twenty pounds.
A-a-a-h, Flash, what're you tryin' to hand me?" Denny had begun to get back into his clothes, pausing now and then to dabble tentatively at the freshly broken bruise with the wet towel which Ogden had at last forced him to accept, when the door of the dressing-room opened, and Hogarty stepped briskly inside and closed the door behind him.
Hogarty even recalled and related the late delivery of the card of introduction which Morehouse was now nervously twisting into misshapen shreds and, word for word, repeated the boy's grave explanation of his reason for that tardiness. "He bothered you, did he?" he asked. "Well, he had me guessing, too, right from the first word he spoke.
Denny he ignored as though he did not exist. He went without a sound in his rubber-soled shoes. Bobby Ogden, waking suddenly from his trancelike condition, leaped to his feet and ran after him. Hogarty halted at the pressure of the boy's pink-nailed fingers on his arm and wheeled to show a face that was startlingly white and strained. "Why, you great big kid!" Bobby Ogden flung at him.
"This isn't a turkish bath," Flash Hogarty was accustomed to answer such importunities. "If you are just looking for a place to boil out the poison, hunt around a little take a wide-eyed look or two! There are lots and lots of them. This isn't a turkish bath; it's a gymnasium a man's gymnasium!"
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