Mike placed a finger on one and then on the other of his bruised eyes.
“You have no one to thank for it but yourself.”
“It’s tough on a fellow like me, all the same.”
“Yes; I believe you put up to be something of a pugilist.”
“I did.”
“And I knocked that conceit out of you,” remarked Burt.
“Jack O’Brien could not have done it better,” returned Mike.
“Yes, and I should go farther.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I should jug you for interfering with me.”