"I promised d" Spider I wouldn"t, Geoff," he explained. "Y" see, I"m sort of in trainin", and Spider says smoke"s bad for d" wind, and d"
Spider knows."
"Spider?" said Mr. Ravenslee, glancing up, "do you mean Spider Connolly the lightweight?"
"That"s d" guy!" nodded Spike.
"Is he a friend of yours?"
"Sure! Him an" Bud M"Ginnis is goin" to get me some good matches soon."
"Boxing matches?"
"That"s what they call "em, Geoff--but there ain"t much boxin" to it; real boxin" don"t go down wid d" sports, it"s d" punch they wanter see--good, stiff wallops as jars a guy an" makes his knees get wobbly--swings and jolts as makes a guy blind an" deaf an" sick. Oh, I been like that, an" I know--an" it ain"t all candy t" hear everybody yellin" to the other guy to go in an" finish ye!"
"Does your sister know you fight?"
"Not much, she don"t! I guess she"d like me to be a mommer"s pet in lace collars an" a velvet suit, an" soft an" pretty in me talk. She"s made me promise t" cut out d" tough-spiel, an" so I"m tryin" to--"
"Are you really, Spike?"
"Well--when she"s around I do, Geoff!"
"And she doesn"t like you to fight, eh?"
"Nope! But y" see--she"s only a girl, Geoff!"
"And that"s the wonder of it!" nodded Mr. Ravenslee.
"Wonder? What d" ye mean?"
"I mean that all these years she has managed to feed you, and clothe you, and keep a comfortable home for you, and she"s--only a girl!"
"Well, and ain"t I tryin" to make good?" cried the boy eagerly.
"Are you really, Spike?"
"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" b.u.t.ton--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 n.o.body! "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.
Mrs. Trapes herself was elderly; she was also a woman of points, being bony and sharp featured, particularly as to elbows, which were generally bare. Indeed, they might be said to be her most salient and obtrusive features; but her shrewd, sharp eyes held an elusive kindliness at times, and when she smiled, which was very rarely, her elbows and her general sharpness were quite forgotten.
She was awaiting them in her parlour, enthroned in her best easy chair, a chair of green velvet where purple flowers bloomed riotously, her feet firm-planted upon a hearthrug cunningly enwrought with salmon-pink sunflowers. Bolt upright and stiff of back she sat, making the very utmost of her elbows, for her sleeves being rolled high (as was their wont) and her arms being folded within her ap.r.o.n, they projected themselves to left and right in highly threatening fashion. Sphinx-like she sat, very silent and very still, while her sharp eyes roved over Mr.
Ravenslee"s person from the toes of his boots to the dark hair that curled short and crisp above his brow. Thus she looked him up and she looked him down, viewing each garment in turn; lastly, she lifted her gaze to his face and stared at him--eye to eye.
And eye to eye Mr. Ravenslee, serene and calm as ever, met her look, while Spike, observing her granite-like expression and the fierce jut of her elbows, shuffled, and glanced toward the door. But still Mrs. Trapes glared up at Mr. Ravenslee, and still Mr. Ravenslee glanced down at Mrs.
Trapes wholly unabashed, nay--he actually smiled, and, bowing his dark head, spoke in his easy, pleasant voice.
"A beautiful afternoon, Mrs. Trapes!"
Mrs. Trapes snorted.
"This room will suit me--er--admirably."