"That was just before I licked Whitey Brown," said Lazelle, alias Gazelle, alias the Rocky Mountain Goat and the Gutter Pup. "Cracky, that was a fight!"
"How many rounds?" asked Lovely Mead, disrobing for the night.
"Eleven and a half. Knocked him to the count in the middle of the twelfth with a left jab to the bellows," said the Gutter Pup professionally. "He weighed ten pounds more than me. Ever do any fighting?"
"Sure," said the new arrival instantly.
"How many times?"
"Oh, I can't remember."
"You don't look it."
"Why not?"
"Your complexion's too lovely; and you're only a shaver, you know."