on him and shovin' the guns under
his nose.

The Kid gets pale and shuffles back a few steps.

"No spika da Engleesh!" he pipes, holdin' up his hand.

"Pah!" grunts Tony, registerin' disgust. "Me--I laugh at you! All the
tima you talk 'bout Meester Van Ness, I standa righta here with the ear
wide open. You no feexa nobody--maybe Tony he'sa feexa you! I hear
you say you no lika Meester Van Ness because he'sa no laugha. Sure,
he'sa laugha--but not all the tima on the streeta like crazee fel'.
When Meester Van Ness--ah, he'sa granda man--when he'sa wanna laugha,
he'sa go home, to he'sa rooma, shutta the door and standa in the
corner. Then he'sa a laugha ha! ha! ha! ho! ho! ho!--lika that!
That'sa lasta heem all day!"

"Oh, Lady!" says the Kid, holdin' his side. "Can you tie that?" He
looks over and sees Van Ness in a clinch with Miss Vincent--and son,
you could see the muscles rollin' under his coat sleeves. "Look at the
big, ignorant boob now!" he howls.

"Ignoranta!" hisses Tony. "Whata you mean, ignoranta? Seven
difference language thisa granda Meester Van Ness he'sa speak! He'sa
teacha everybody--joosta lika wan college!"

"Why don't you get him to teach you Eyetalian then, Stupid?" sneers the
Kid. "You're a fine thing to luck your way past Ellis Island when you
can't even tell me what _Bomb Germo_ means!"

"Don't got funny!" warns Tony. "What gooda now for you be fighting
champion for the world, eh? Leetle Tony he'sa standa here calla you
names and what can you do, eh? Nothing--joosta nothing! Champion, eh?
Ha, ha, ha! Don't maka me laugha, Meester Fightaire!" He shoves the
gun in the Kid's face and snarls, "Now!" he says. "Tella Tony you
feela sorry for soaka heem in jaw!"

The Kid bites his lip and edges in a bit. Right away I got sorry for
Tony!

"I'm sorry!" sneers Scanlan slowly. "Awful sorry--just thinkin' of it
has got me all broke up. I meant to let you have it on the beak, but
I'll make up for it now!"

He looks over Tony's shoulder suddenly and yells. "Hey, don't throw
that!"

If they had rehearsed the act, Tony couldn't have fallen for the plant
any harder. He twists his neck around to look back like the Kid
figured and Scanlan started one from his left ankle. It caught Tony
right on the button--which in English is the point of the chin--and
Tony gives a imitation of a seal. He took a dive!

While we're takin' him away from his artillery, I look up and there's
Va