“She wanted us to go down in the ring, too,” Bill said. “She likes action.”
“I said it wouldn’t be fair to my creditors,” Mike said.
“What a morning,” Bill said. “And what a night!”
“How’s your jaw, Jake?” Mike asked.
“Sore,” I said.
Bill laughed.
“Why didn’t you hit him with a chair?”
“You can talk,” Mike said. “He’d have knocked you out, too. I never saw him hit me. I rather think I saw him just before, and then quite suddenly I was sitting down in the street, and Jake was lying under a table.”
“Where did he go afterward?” I asked.
“Here she is,” Mike said. “Here’s the beautiful lady with the beer.”