"Not me."
"A twenty-thousand-dollar purse seems reasonable," ruminated Dunham. "It may not be a popular match. And Holliday'll come high."
"That's your affair. I'll fight one way."
Dunham lifted an eyebrow.
"Well?"
"Winner take all."
"But you're certain to win! The fight'll be fixed!"
Perry sensed then how greatly the gross man wanted to laugh. Not bother to train? That old one! Did Dunham really think he was taking him at his word? Why, his mind in all the days to come would be riveted on just one thing—that eighth round. He wanted to laugh, too, bitterly. Did they think he was that innocent!
"That's your affair," he repeated. "I fight winner take all."
There are some who insist that Pig-iron Dunham was not without a virtue. His next words seem to prove it.