"Has any one beaten me yet?" he asked.
"Naw. Dere ain't nobody come within ninety pound of yer."
Bruce looked satisfied, but he made up his mind to raise his record if possible, and he succeeded in adding twelve pounds to it.
"Say!" exclaimed Buster, "if dat cove wot yer arter does you he's a boid!"
"That's just what he is," nodded Bruce, streaming with perspiration. "He is a bad man to go against."
"If yer ever gits at him wid dat left ye'll knock him out, sure."
"He is like a panther on his feet, and I shall be in great luck if I find him with my left."
"Yer don't want ter t'ink dat. Yer wants ter t'ink yer goin' ter find him anyhow. Dat's der way."
"I have thought so before, and I have discovered that he is a wonderfully hard man to find."
"Wen yer goin' ter fight him?"