"How much?" exclaimed the Spider, his square jaws immobile from sheer astonishment. "Say, you ain't crazy, are ye—I mean you ain't dippy or cracked in the dome, are ye? Because d' Kid's goin' ten rounds with Young Alf, d' East Side Wonder, t'night, see?"
"Not if I can help it, Spider."
"Aw—come off, bo! D'ye think Bud'll let him go?"
"I shan't ask Bud—or any one else."
"Meanin' as you'll walk right in on Bud's tough bunch an' cop out d' Kid on y'r lonesome—eh?"
"I shall try."
"Then you sure are crazy; if y'r dome ain't cracked yet, it's sure goin' t' be. Why, Bud 'n' his crowd'll soak you good 'n' plenty 'n' chuck ye out again quicker'n ye went in. They will sure, bo—if you go—"
"I'm wondering if you'll come along and help?" said Ravenslee lazily.
"Me? Not so's you could notice it. I ain't huntin' that sort o' trouble."
"Oh, well, if you think you'd—er—better not, I'll go alone."