ad at Brown-Smith. "He'sa wanna get in
my picture so he showa the girls what a bigga fella he is. Meester
Potts he's a go crazee if thisa picture she's a no good. He's a joomp
at me, he's a holler at me and he letta thisa bigga bunk get in it!
Thisa fight, she'sa gotta looka real--not lika the actor, butta _real_!
Thisa fella he'sa go in slappa Meester Scanlan on he'sa wrist. Meester
Scanlan he'sa no wanna hurt Meester Potts' fren'--you know?--so he'sa
slappa heem back! Everybody she'sa laugh at me when they showa that
picture. Aha! They maka me crazee!"

He runs over to Brown-Smith and grabs his arm.

"Please, Meester!" he begs him, with tears in his eyes. "Please,
Meester, getta gooda and rough with thisa fella!" he points to the Kid.
"Don't be afraid for heem, he's a tougha nut! He's a nevaire geta
hurt! Don't maka thisa fight looka like the act. You rusha heem,
hitta heem, wrestle heem, choka heem, graba heem, bita heem, kicka
heem, anything but keela heem, so thisa picture she looka like reala
fight! Pretty soon, I blowa the whistle. He's a hitta you
easy--so--you falla down. Maka looka good, don't sitta down, falla
down--so!--" Genaro stops and throws himself on the grass and then
hops up again. "You watcha that?" he goes on. "Alla right!" He jumps
away from the cameras and yells, "Hey, Joe! You stanna over there and
shoota this froma the right! Alla right, now everybody! Meester Kid
Scanlan, you ready? Gooda! Come now--cameras--ready--shoot!"

The Kid meets the rush of the gang like they had practised it together,
and he floors one after the other of them with snappy left hooks. Of
course he was pullin' his punches and barely touchin' these hicks, but
it looked awful good from front. Then Brown-Smith, who had been
hangin' around on the outside, rushes in. For a guy who had never
tried the thing before, he struck me as bein' real swift at pickin' up
the rules, because he faced the cameras at the right angles and pulled
a lot of fancy stuff that usually nobody but a sure enough movie actor
knows. The Kid sidesteps him and puts a light left to his chin and
Brown-Smith comes back with a right swing that would have floored the
Kid, if it hadn't been too high. The Kid went back on his heels and a
little trickle of claret comes from his lips. Genaro jumps in the air,
clappin' his hands. "Magnificenta!" he yells. Miss Vincent is
breathin' hard and her hands pressed up tight against her che