“Dunno yit.”
“How do you know so much?”
“I’m on der inside, I told yer. I can’t give erway der boys wot puts me onter der game, but dey’ve tole me ter tip me friends off ter lay their long green on der Sucker.”
“Well, Mul, I don’t forget this turn if the game does run my way. I’ll see that you get a chance to go against Tommy the Terror, just as I promised, if I rake in the chips to-night. I don’t suppose there is any danger that the police will interfere?”
“Well, dere was danger, but I rudder t’ink der cops has been put off der scent. Dey dunno jest when der little bout’s goin’ ter come off.”
“But they must have seen the sports coming into town to-day. Lots of them have struck St. Jo. within the last ten hours.”
“I should guess yes! It’ll be a good t’ing fer der club.”
“I don’t believe there is any other city in the United States where this sort of game could be played to a finish. It’s to be a regular prize fight under pretension of having a private sparring exhibition.”
“Dat’s wot.”
“But the way the sports have come into town should be enough to tell the police that something more than usual is to take place.”