"I think maybe we will."
"You don't seem very sure. On points, huh?"
"Yeah, maybe on points." Milt turned his eyes back on Frankie's eager face. "Frankie, boy—there's something about being a Ten-Time Defender that's, well—different."
Milt took a deep breath and was evidently ready to tell Frankie exactly what he meant. But Frankie broke in, his voice low and tense. "Milt—"
"Yes?"
"When I get in there tonight—turn me loose!"
Milt was startled at the words. "Release control?"
"Yeah—sure. I think I can take Nappy Gordon on my own!"
"Nappy can stick his fist through a brick wall—all night long. And Pop Monroe knows all there is to know and some he makes up himself. They'd be a tough pair to beat. Our big ace is that they have to beat us. We got the Nine-Times."
"I can take him, Milt!"