“I’m your man,” said Donald stepping forward.
The small man turned. The keen eyes under the bushy, light-coloured eyebrows studied Donald carefully. “Can you box?”
“I can.”
“Good! Come with me.”
Donald followed the sturdy little Australian. For a few blocks they walked in silence.
“ ’Ad your dinner?” queried the Australian.
“No.”
“We’ll ’ave a bite in ’ere.”
They turned into “Old Joe’s” restaurant.
“Sounds good to me,” observed Donald with a pleased smile.