"Lazelle," said Lovely, rising desperately, "I can lick you!"
"What?"
"I can lick you!"
"Hello," said the Gutter Pup, considering him in amazement; "what does this mean?"
"It means I can lick you," repeated Lovely doggedly, advancing and clenching his fists.
"You want a fight?"
"I do."
"Why, bully for you!"
The Gutter Pup considered, joyfully, with a glance at the clock.
"It's too late now to pull it off. We'll let it go until to-morrow night. Besides, you'll be in better condition then, and you can watch your food, which is important. I'll notify Hickey. You don't mind fighting by lamplight?"