“I don't care what you do! Some trips they get up deck games.”
“Deck games!” The Kid sniffed.
“You'll find plenty to read in the library”
“Read!....”
“Then I guess you'll just have to stand it.”
For some time they stood side by side without speaking; the captain eying the river, the Kid moodily observing water buffalo bathing near the bank.
“Tex has got that Chinese heavyweight of his aboard—down below.”
“Oh—that Tom Sung?”
“Yep. Knocked out Bull Kennedy in three rounds at the Shanghai Sporting. Got some matches for him up at Peking and Tientsin. Taking him over to Japan after that. There's an American marine that's cleaned up three ships'.” He was silent for a space; then added: “I suppose, now, if we was to arrange a little boxing entertainment, you wouldn't stand for that either, eh?”
“Oh, that's all right. Take the social hall if the ladies don't object. But who would you put up against him?”