Saturday night, two weeks later, Saxon ran to the door when the
gate clicked. Billy looked tired. His hair was wet, his nose
swollen, one cheek was puffed, there was skin missing from his
ears, and both eyes were slightly bloodshot.
"I 'm darned if that boy didn't fool me," he said, as he placed
the roll of gold pieces in her hand and sat down with her on his
knees. "He's some boy when he gets extended. Instead of stoppin'
'm at the seventh, he kept me hustlin' till the fourteenth. Then
I got 'm the way I said. It's too bad he's got a glass jaw. He's
quicker'n I thought, an' he's got a wallop that made me mighty
respectful from the second round--an' the prettiest little chop
an' come-again I ever saw. But that glass jaw! He kept it in
cotton wool till the fourteenth an' then I connected.
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