I'll show yer der crack fer sixty pound.' He wouldn't come down a little bit, an' I paid him wot he asked.

Since dat time I've knocked roun' all over der woild, an' it's saved me life fife times.

Dat was a cheap trick wot I got from old Jem, dat were.

A dago pulled a knife on me oncet fer ter cut me wide open, but I broke der dago's wrist quicker dan yer can spit." "Well, here is your money, and now I want to know that trick." "Yer 'grees not ter tell it ter anybody ?" "Yes, I agree." "Dat settles it." Kelley took the money and carefully stowed it away in his clothes.
"Strip up an' git inter yer trainin' rig," he directed.
Bruce went into the back room, and Buster poked himself in the ribs with his thumb, grinning and winking at his own reflection in the cracked mirror.
"Oh, say! but I'm a peach!" he told himself in a confidential whisper.
"If der college perfessers don't git arter me ergin I'll make me forchune right yere." Kelley had originally hung out a sign and advertised to instruct young gentlemen in boxing, but the faculty had made it rather warm for him, and it was generally supposed that he had been forced to leave New Haven.

He had not left, but he had changed his quarters to the rooms he now occupied, one flight up at the back of a saloon.
In a short time Bruce called that he was ready, and the professor leisurely strolled into the back room, where there was a punching bag, a striking machine, all kinds of boxing gloves, and other paraphernalia such as a man in Kelley's business might need.
At one side of the room were several small closets, in which Kelley's pupils kept their training suits while they were not wearing them.