"Yes; I fight him."
"And you thought you could whip that big brute?"
"I lick him yet."
"No; you let him alone. He has been properly punished to-night. After this keep away from him, or I will take you in hand myself. What will your mother say when she hears of this?"
"You tell her?"
"Certainly not, but she will hear of it, and I'll wager that she will give you a worse trouncing than did Kalinski. I got a job for us to-day, Bob."
"What's that?"
"I got a job."
"What is it?"