Bob commenced work on the shoes very leisurely. He seemed the embodiment of stupidity, and blundered along in every way possible to prolong the time.
“How would you like to climb down, Mort, and shine shoes for a living?” said Peter Smartweed, jokingly.
“Perhaps I wouldn’t mind it if I was stupid as the kid fumbling around your shoes seems to be,” replied Felix, in a more serious mood than his companion.
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“Well, I think you looked even more stupid than this young Arab last night, when you lay upon the floor.”
“Well, I guess you would have felt stupid, too, if you had got such a clip as I did,” retorted Felix, as he nursed his swollen jaw with his hand.
“It was a stunning blow, for a fact. John L. Sullivan couldn’t have done it neater. I didn’t think, Mort, that that young countryman could hit such a clip, did you?”
“No, I didn’t; and I’m mighty sure you don’t realize now what a stinging blow he hit me. You talk about it as if it didn’t amount to much. Well, all I’ve got to say is, I don’t want to see you mauled so, but I wish you knew how good it felt to be floored the way I was.”