“Sure. When I git through wid him his own mother won't know him,” went on Jack Sagger, boastfully.
“Maybe he'll git the cops after you, Jack.”
“I'll watch out fer dat, Nick, an' you must watch out too,” answered Jack Sagger.
“Are you sure you kin best him? He looks putty strong.”
“Huh! Can't I fight? Didn't I best Sam Nolan, and Jerry Dibble?”
“That's right, Jack.”
“Just let me git one chanct at him an' he'll run away, you see if he don't. But he shan't git away until I give him a black eye an' knock out a couple of his front teeth fer him,” concluded the boaster.
CHAPTER XVIII.
JOE SHOWS HIS MUSCLE.