"Hello yerself, Nosey," replied Jimmy, for the other boy had a very big nose which had earned him this title.
"Goin' in?"
"Sure."
"Take me; I'm broke."
"Come on," invited Jimmy generously, feeling like a small edition of a millionaire. "Have a cigarette?"
"T'anks. Say, youse must be flush wid de coin."
"Oh, I made a little t'-day."
The boys and many grown persons entered the amusement place. They were soon deeply interested in the moving pictures of the prize-fight, yelling and shouting as the photographs of the pugilists were thrown on the white screen.
There were many other moving pictures, the performance lasting over an hour. During a lull, when there was no picture on the screen, Jimmy looked around him. On a seat behind he saw Mike Conroy and Bulldog Smouder, his two enemies of that afternoon.
"Goin' t' punch me after de show?" asked Mike with a leer.