"Sure! There's lots o' money in d' fightin' game, an' I'm fightin' all for Hermy. If ever I get a champ, I'll have money to burn, an' then she'll never be shy on d' dollar question no more, you bet! There'll be no more needlework or Mulligan's for Hermy; it'll be a farm in d' country wid roses climbin' around, an' chickens, an'--an' automobiles, an' servants to come when she pushes d' button--you bet!" "Is she so fond of the country?" "Well, I guess yes! An' flowers--Gee, she nearly eats 'em!" "On the other hand," said Mr. Ravenslee, watching the smoke from his pipe with a dreamy eye, "on the other hand I gather she does not like--Mr. M'Ginnis! I wonder why?" "You can search me!" answered Spike, shaking his head, "but it's a sure thing she ain't got no use for Bud." "And yet--you go around with him, Spike." "But don't I tell ye he's been good t' me! He's goin' t' match me with some top-liners; he says if I can stick it I'll be a champion sure." "Yes," nodded Mr. Ravenslee, "but when?" "Oh, Bud's got it all doped out. But say--" "And in the meantime your sister will go on feeding you and clothing you and--" "Cheese it, Geoff," cried the boy, flushing. "You make a guy feel like a two-spot in the discard! I told you I'd try to get a steady job, an' so I will--but I ain't goin' to quit the fightin' game for nobody! 'N' say--I'm sleepy. How about it? You can have my bed, or the couch here, or you can get in Hermy's--" "Thanks, the couch will do, Spike." "Then I guess it's me for the feathers!" said Spike, rising and stretching, "so long, Geoff!" And in a while, having finished his pipe and knocked out the ashes, Mr. Ravenslee stretched his long limbs upon the chintz-covered sofa, and, _mirabile dictu_, immediately fell asleep. CHAPTER V HOW MRS. TRAPES ACQUIRED A NEW LODGER, DESPITE HER ELBOWS He awoke suddenly and sat up to find the room full of sunshine and Spike standing beside him, a bright-faced, merry-eyed Spike, very spruce and neat as to person. "Say, Geoff," said he, "I've seen Mrs. Trapes, an' she wants you to go over so she can pipe you off. 'N' say, you're sure up against a catty proposition in her; if you don't hit it off on the spot as soon as she gets her lamps onto you, it'll be nix for you, Geoff, an' nothin' doin'!" "Lucid!" said Ravenslee, yawning, "and sounds promising!" "Why, y' see, Geoff, she's got a grouch on because I was out last night, so, if she gives you the gimlet eye at first, just josh her along a bit. Now slick yourself up an' come on." Obediently Mr. Ravenslee arose and having tightened his neckerchief and smoothed his curly hair, crossed the landing and followed Spike into the opposite flat, a place of startling cleanliness as to floors and walls, and everything therein; uncomfortably trim of aspect and direfully ornate as to rugs and carpet and sofa cushions.