Part 66 (2/2)
The pugilist scratched his rough chin. ”Well, that's what gets my goat; I dunno quite, bo. Y' see, I shan't be able t' get no more fights here in the East now, not wi' Bud 'n' his old man against me--y' see, Bud's old man's about the biggest--”
”I wonder if you'd care to come with me?”
”Whaffor?”
”Well, for one thing, I need another chauffeur and--”
”A--what?” The Spider halted under a lamp-post to stare at Ravenslee a little anxiously. ”Say, now, take a holt of ye'self an' jest put that one over th' plate again--you need a--what?”
”Another chauffeur.”
”Another shuvver--another? Bo, y' didn't happen t' get a soak on th'
bean just now, did ye?”
”No.”
”Well, then, I guess you're some shook up; what you want's food, right now!”
”Why, yes, now you mention it, I'm devilish hungry,” agreed Ravenslee.
”Leave it t' me, bo--I know a chewin'-joint close by--soup, joint, sweets, an' coffee an' only a quarter a throw--some feed, bo! s.h.i.+n right along, I'll--”
”No, you shall come home and dine with me.”
”Home?” repeated the Spider, halting to stare again; ”you're sure talkin' ramblin'--”
”We can discuss the chauffeur's job then--”
”Shuvver?” said the Spider uneasily. ”But what's a guy like you want with a shuvver?”
”Well, to drive my car--and--”
”Car?” said the Spider, his uneasiness growing, ”got a car now, have ye, bo?”
”I rather think I've got six.”
”Sufferin' Sam!” The Spider scratched his chin while his keen eyes roved over Ravenslee's exterior apprehensively. ”Say, bo, you quite sure none o' th' bunch booted you on th' dome--eh?”
”Quite sure.”
”An' yet you got six auter-mobiles. I say--you think so.”
”Now I think again, they're seven with the newest racer.”
”Say, now, jest holt still a minute! Now, swaller twice, think dam'
hard, an' tell me again! You got how many?”
”Seven!”
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