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Sagorski the big chap with the fuzzy hair, he's not half bad when you know him; and Carty, the one with the cauliflower ear, his fight comes off inside of a week. We're helping him out, too, you see good food, clean air bully fellow a little too finely drawn just now and a bit irritable " "I see. A bit irritable so am I "
Jerry was innocent, but he was no fool, and with all his gentleness he wasn't one to be imposed upon. Flynn had understood him. He was polite and very gentle, but Sagorski, the White Hope, knew what he was when aroused. I wondered if Marcia Van Wyck with all her cleverness might miss this intuition. Dinner time found the boy quiet and preoccupied.
Sagorski was not so popular, but the crowd received him good-naturedly enough, and amid cries of "Clancy" and "Bring on the Sailor" the Jew ungracefully retired. I glanced at the girl; she was smiling up into the faces of these men as at old acquaintances. If there was any regret in her any revulsion at the vulgarity of this scene into which she had plunged Jerry Benham she gave no sign of it.
"No. I don't undervalue your friendship. You know that, Roger, you too. Uncle Jack. I suppose I should have said something about it. But I I just sort of drifted into it. I think walloping Sagorski spoiled me made me rather keen to have a try at somebody who had licked him. Clancy's almost, if not quite, the best in his class.
The night after the dinner at the Manor he had upbraided me for telling Marcia the story of his bout with Sagorski. He had not cared to tell her of that event, he said, because he thought it too brutal for the ears of a girl of her delicate and sensitive nature. The next night he spoke of it again, but this time without reserve.
"How should I deceive him, Mr. Canby?" she asked, her voice still unchanging. "Perhaps I put it too baldly. But I'm not in the habit; of mincing words. Jerry is no plaything. I'll give you an instance of how much in earnest he is." And then briefly, but with some sense of the color of the thing, I gave her a description of Jerry's bout with Sagorski.
But Jack and I awaited our chance and when Sagorski poked his head out of the door he saw us and the sergeant let us through. It was a very crestfallen group that greeted us. Flynn and the negro, Monroe, were working over Jerry, who lay on a cot-bed near the window. He had recovered consciousness and even as we entered he raised his head wearily and looked around.
Flynn and Sagorski were already down the stairs. I eyed them malevolently, but rose and went to the kitchen to give the necessary orders. There I found the force of servants in executive session and my appearance was the signal for immediate notice from the entire lot. I hadn't foreseen this difficulty which immediately assumed the proportions of a calamity.
One doesn't boast of the gifts of the gods. One merely accepts them, thankfully " "I was a fool " "Say rather, merely an animated biped, an instinct on legs. Is that a thing to be proud of for a man who knows what real ideals are?" "Don't " "Did you discuss Shakespeare and the musical glasses with 'Kid' Spatola?" "Please!" "Or the incorporeal nature of the soul with Battling Sagorski?" "Una!"
Flynn didn't say much, but he was pleased as punch. It took ten minutes to bring the fellow around. I was bending over Sagorski, wetting his face, and as he looked up at me I told him I was awfully sorry. What do you think he said? "'Aw, you go to hell! Impolite beggar, wasn't he?"
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