Beth heard Gurney and she stood up, looking with wild eyes at the three of them sitting on her left. She stared at them for several seconds, then she sat down again.
Morgan shifted uncomfortably. “She’ll know us again,” he said.
The other two didn’t say anything.
Sankey bounced out of his corner and pushed the rope down for Franks to get through. Franks paused, looking up at him. “Be yourself,” he snarled. “Get to hell out of it!”
The crowd thought Sankey was being sporty. They gave him a yell. Franks took the ropes like a hurdle, leaving Sankey still holding them. The crowd liked that too, they hooted and clapped.
They couldn’t keep Sankey out of Franks’ corner. He went over there and patted Franks’ shoulder. The crowd thought it was wonderful.
Franks said, “If you don’t keep this sonofabitch away from me, I’ll start on him now.”
Borg said to Sankey, “Give us a little air, brother, you’ll be seein’ him too much soon.”
Sankey wandered back to his corner, his two fists together, waving to the crowd.
Gurney said, “This bastard’ll drive me barmy.”