“Hello, Jack,” he said. His face was plenty marked up. “Hello,” said Jack. “How you feel?” “Good,” Walcott says. He dropped the towel from around his waist and stood on the scales. He had the widest shoulders and back you ever saw. “One hundred and forty-six pounds and twelve ounces.” Walcott stepped off and grinned at Jack. “Well,” John says to him, “Jack’s spotting you about four pounds.” “More than that when I come in, kid,” Walcott says. “I’m going to go and eat now.” We went back and Jack got dressed. “He’s a pretty tough-looking boy,” Jack says to me. “He looks as though he’d been hit plenty of times.” “Oh, yes,” Jack says. “He ain’t hard to hit.” “Where are you going?” John asked when Jack was dressed. “Back to the hotel,” Jack says. “You looked after everything?” “Yes,” John says. “It’s all looked after.” “I’m going to lie down a while,” Jack says. “I’ll come around for you about a quarter to seven and we’ll go and eat.” “All right.” Up at the hotel Jack took off his shoes and his coat and lay down for a while. I wrote a letter. I looked over a couple of times and Jack wasn’t sleeping. He was lying perfectly still but every once in a while his eyes would open. Finally he sits up. “Want to play some cribbage, Jerry?” he says. “Sure,” I said. He went over to his suitcase and got out the cards and the cribbage board. We played cribbage and he won three dollars off me. John knocked at the door and came in. “Want to play some cribbage, John?” Jack asked him. John put his kelly down on the table. It was all wet. His coat was wet too. “Is it raining?” Jack asks. “It’s pouring,” John says. “The taxi I had, got tied up in the traffic and I got out and walked.” “Come on, play some cribbage,” Jack says. “You ought to go and eat.” “No,” says Jack. “I don’t want to eat yet.” So they played cribbage for about half an hour and Jack won a dollar and a half off him. “Well, I suppose we got to go eat,” Jack says. He went to the window and looked out. “Is it still raining?” “Yes.” “Let’s eat in the hotel,” John says. “All right,” Jack says, “I’ll play you once more to see who pays for the meal.” After a little while Jack gets up and says, “You buy the meal, John,” and we went downstairs and ate in the big dining-room. After we ate we went upstairs and Jack played cribbage with John again and won two dollars and a half off him. Jack was feeling pretty good. John had a bag with him with all his stuff in it. Jack took off his shirt and collar and put on a jersey and a sweater, so he wouldn’t catch cold when he came out, and put his ring clothes and his bathrobe in a bag. “You all ready?” John asks him. “I’ll call up and have them get a taxi.” Pretty soon the telephone rang and they said the taxi was waiting.