"You an amateur?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you are fighting for a money prize?"
"Yes."
"I suppose you know what you are doing? You realize that you're a professional pug from this onwards, and that if ever you fight again——"
"I'll never fight again."
"Happen you won't," said the woman, and the Master turned a terrible eye upon her.
"Well, I suppose you know your own business best. Up you jump. One hundred and fifty-one, minus two, one hundred and forty-nine—twelve pounds difference, but youth and condition on the other scale. Well, the sooner we get to work the better, for I wish to catch the seven o'clock express at Hellifield. Twenty three-minute rounds, with one-minute intervals, and Queensberry rules. Those are the conditions, are they not?"
"Yes, sir."
"Very good, then, we may go across."