Lounging in a chair, with his feet on the table beside an empty beer bottle and dirty gla.s.s, was a ruffianly-looking chap, who had a thick neck that ran straight up with the back of his head. His hair was close cropped and his forehead low. There was a bulldog look about his mouth and jaw, and his forehead was strangely narrow.
The man was smoking a black, foul-smelling pipe, while the hands which held a pink-tinted ill.u.s.trated paper were enormous, with huge knuckles and joints. His hand when closed looked formidable enough to knock down an ox.
"How do you do, professor?" saluted Bruce.
"Waryer," growled the man, still keeping his feet on the table. "So it"s you, is it? Dis ain"t your day."
"I know it, but I decided to come around just the same. I am not getting the flesh off as fast as I ought."
"Hey?" roared the man, letting his feet fall with a crash. "Wot"s dat?
D"yer men ter say I ain"t doin" a good job wid yer? Wot der blazes!"
"Oh, you are doing all right, professor, but I find I must be in condition sooner than I thought. My gymnasium exercise doesn"t seem to--"
"Dat gymnasium work is no good--see? I knows wot I"m givin" yer, too. I told yer in der first place ter stick ter me, an" I"d put yer in shape.
It"ll cost more, but--"
"I don"t mind that. No matter what it costs, I must be in condition to lick that fellow I was telling you about, and I must be in condition one week from to-day."
"Dat"s business. I"ll put yer dere. An" yer know wot I told yer--I"ll show yer a trick dat"ll finish him dead sure ef de mug is gittin" de best of yer. It"ll cost yer twenty-five extra ter learn dat trick, but it never fails."
Browning showed sudden interest.
"I had forgotten about that," he said. "What will it do?"
"It"ll do der bloke what ye"re after, dat"s wot."
"Yes, but how--how?"
"T"ink I"m goin" ter give der hull t"ing erway? Well, I should say nit!
I tells yer it"ll fix him, and it"ll fix him so dere won"t be no more fight in him. It"ll paralyze him der first t"ing, an" he won"t be no better dan a stiff."
"How bad will it hurt him?"
The man paused a moment and then added:
"Well, I don"t mind sayin" dat it"ll break his wrist. Yer can do it de first crack arter I shows yer how, but it"ll cost twenty-five plunks ter learn der trick."
After a few moments of hesitation Browning drew forth his pocketbook and counted out twenty-five dollars.
CHAPTER XVI.
TO BREAK AN ENEMY"S WRIST.
Buster Kelley was a character. Professor Kelley he called himself. He claimed to be a great pugilist, and he was forever telling of the men he had put to sleep. But he couldn"t produce the papers to show for it. The public had to take his word, if they took anything.
In fact, he had never fought a battle in his life, unless it was with a boy half his size. He made a bluff, and it went. The youngsters who came to Yale and desired to be instructed in the manly art were always recommended to Kelley.
To give Kelley his due, he was really a fairly good boxer, and he might have made a decent sort of a fight if he had possessed the courage to accept a match and the self denial and energy to go through a regular course of training.
But Kelley was making an easy living "catching suckers," and there was no real reason why he should go through the hardships of training and actually fighting so long as he could fool the youngsters who regarded him as a one-time great and shining light of the prize ring.
He was too shrewd to stand up with any pupil who might get the best of him and permit that pupil to hammer away at him. He kept them at work on certain kinds of blows, so he always knew exactly what was coming. In this manner of training them he never betrayed just how much he really knew about fighting.
Some of the young fellows who became Kelley"s pupils were the sons of wealthy parents, and then it happened that the professor worked his little game for all there was in it. He sold them "secrets," and they paid dearly for what they learned. Some of the secrets were of no value at all, and some were actually worth knowing.
It happened that he did know how to break a man"s wrist in a very simple manner, providing he could find just the right opportunity. It was a simple trick, but the opportunity to practice it could seldom be found in a fight.
Kelley"s eyes, which were somewhat bleary, bulged with greed as he saw Browning count out the money.
"It"s givin" yer der trick dirt cheap--see?" said the professor. "I never sold it less dan twice dat ermount before. Dat"s straight. I"ll have ter make yer promise not ter tell it ter der odder chaps before I instructs yer."
"If I buy it it is mine," said Bruce.
"Come off der roof! You enters inter an" agreement wid me dat yer don"t blow dis t"ing, ur I don"t tell yer."
"What if I want to tell a particular friend?"
"Yer don"t tell him. Dat"s all. I had ter pay t"ree hunderd dollars ter learn dis, an" sign a "greement dat I wouldn"t give it erway. Jem Mace tort me dis trick w"en I sparred wid him in Liverpool. He says ter me, says he: "Buster, ye"re a boid, dat"s wot ye are. If you knowed der trick of breakin" a bloke"s wrist dere ain"t no duffer in der woild dat can do yer. I"ll show yer der crack fer sixty pound." He wouldn"t come down a little bit, an" I paid him wot he asked. Since dat time I"ve knocked roun" all over der woild, an" it"s saved me life fife times. Dat was a cheap trick wot I got from old Jem, dat were. A dago pulled a knife on me oncet fer ter cut me wide open, but I broke der dago"s wrist quicker dan yer can spit."
"Well, here is your money, and now I want to know that trick."
"Yer "grees not ter tell it ter anybody?"
"Yes, I agree."
"Dat settles it."
Kelley took the money and carefully stowed it away in his clothes.
"Strip up an" git inter yer trainin" rig," he directed.
Bruce went into the back room, and Buster poked himself in the ribs with his thumb, grinning and winking at his own reflection in the cracked mirror.
"Oh, say! but I"m a peach!" he told himself in a confidential whisper.
"If der college perfessers don"t git arter me ergin I"ll make me forchune right yere."
Kelley had originally hung out a sign and advertised to instruct young gentlemen in boxing, but the faculty had made it rather warm for him, and it was generally supposed that he had been forced to leave New Haven. He had not left, but he had changed his quarters to the rooms he now occupied, one flight up at the back of a saloon.
In a short time Bruce called that he was ready, and the professor leisurely strolled into the back room, where there was a punching bag, a striking machine, all kinds of boxing gloves, and other paraphernalia such as a man in Kelley"s business might need.
At one side of the room were several small closets, in which Kelley"s pupils kept their training suits while they were not wearing them. The door of one closet was open, and Browning"s street clothes were hanging on some hooks inside.
Browning had got into trunks, stockings, and light, soft-bottomed shoes.
He was stripped to the waist.