"One, two, three——"
"What's he doing that for?"
"Aren't they both down?"
"Four, five, six, seven——"
"But Lovely went first!"
"No, the Gutter Pup."
"Eight, nine, TEN!" cried Hickey. "I declare both men down and out. The Sporting Club will register one knockout to the credit of the Gutter Pup and one to Lovely Mead. All bets off. The Welsh Rabbit will proceed to return that watch!!"
At seven o'clock the next morning Lovely, from his delicious bed, gazed across at the swollen head of the Gutter Pup. At the same instant the Gutter Pup, opening his eyes, perceived the altered map of Lovely's features.
"Lovely," he said brokenly, "you're the finest ever. You're a man after my own heart!"