CHAPTER XII.
UP OR DOWN?
After Jimmy had received his check and was about to leave, a couple of men approached him.
“We seen that little mix-up in there,” said one of them. “You handle your mitts like you been there before.”
“Yes,” said Jimmy, smiling, “I’ve had a little experience in the manly art of self-defense.”
The two men were sizing him up.
“Feinheimer can you?” asked one of them. Jimmy nodded affirmatively. “Got anything else in view?”
“No,” said Jimmy.
“How’d you like a job as one of Brophy’s sparring partners?”