"I can speak for that, ma"am," said Cribb. "You read the _Sporting Chronicle_ for three weeks ago, ma"am. You"ll see how he stood up to Ned Painter until his senses were beat out of him. I waited on him, ma"am, and I know. I could show you my waistcoat now--that would let you guess what punishment he can take."
The lady waved aside the ill.u.s.tration. "But he was beat," said she, coldly. "The man who beat him must be the better man."
"Saving your presence, ma"am, I think not, and outside Gentleman Jackson my judgment would stand against any in the ring. My lad here has beat Painter once, and will again, if your ladyship could see your way to find the battle-money."
The lady started and looked angrily at the Champion.
"Why do you call me that?"
"I beg pardon. It was just my way of speaking."
"I order you not to do it again."
"Very good, ma"am."
"I am here incognito. I bind you both upon your honours to make no inquiry as to who I am. If I do not get your firm promise, the matter ends here."
"Very good, ma"am. I"ll promise for my own part, and so, I am sure, will Spring. But if I may be so bold, I can"t help my drawers and potmen talking with your servants."
"The coachman and footman know just as much about me as you do. But my time is limited, so I must get to business. I think, Mr. Spring, that you are in want of something to do at present?"
"That is so, ma"am."
"I understand from Mr. Cribb that you are prepared to fight any one at any weight?"
"Anything on two legs," cried the Champion. "Who did you wish me to fight?" asked the young pugilist.
"That cannot concern you. If you are really ready to fight any one, then the particular name can be of no importance. I have my reasons for withholding it."
"Very good, ma"am."
"You have been only a few weeks out of training. How long would it take you to get back to your best?"
"Three weeks or a month."
"Well, then, I will pay your training expenses and two pounds a week over. Here are five pounds as a guarantee. You will fight when I consider that you are ready, and that the circ.u.mstances are favourable.
If you win your fight, you shall have fifty pounds. Are you satisfied with the terms?"
"Very handsome, ma"am, I"m sure."
"And remember, Mr. Spring, I choose you, not because you are the best man--for there are two opinions about that--but because I am given to understand that you are a decent man whom I can trust. The terms of this match are to be secret."
"I understand that. I"ll say nothing."
"It is a private match. Nothing more. You will begin your training tomorrow."
"Very good, ma"am."
"I will ask Mr. Cribb to train you."
"I"ll do that, ma"am, with pleasure. But, by your leave, does he have anything if he loses?"
A spasm of emotion pa.s.sed over the woman"s face and her hands clenched white with pa.s.sion.
"If he loses, not a penny, not a penny!" she cried. "He must not, shall not lose!"
"Well, ma"am," said Spring, "I"ve never heard of any such match. But it"s true that I am down at heel, and beggars can"t be choosers. I"ll do just what you say. I"ll train till you give the word, and then I"ll fight where you tell me. I hope you"ll make it a large ring."
"Yes," said she; "it will be a large ring."
"And how far from London?"
"Within a hundred miles. Have you anything else to say? My time is up."
"I"d like to ask, ma"am," said the Champion, earnestly, "whether I can act as the lad"s second when the time comes. I"ve waited on him the last two fights. Can I give him a knee?"
"No," said the woman, sharply. Without another word she turned and was gone, shutting the door behind her. A few moments later the trim carriage flashed past the window, turned down the crowded Haymarket, and was engulfed in the traffic.
The two men looked at each other in silence.
"Well, blow my d.i.c.ky, if this don"t beat c.o.c.kfightin"!" cried Tom Cribb at last. "Anyhow, there"s the fiver, lad. But it"s a rum go, and no mistake about it."
After due consultation, it was agreed that Tom Spring should go into training at the Castle Inn on Hampstead Heath, so that Cribb could drive over and watch him. Thither Spring went on the day after the interview with his patroness, and he set to work at once with drugs, dumb-bells, and breathers on the common to get himself into condition. It was hard, however, to take the matter seriously, and his good-natured trainer found the same difficulty.
"It"s the baccy I miss, Daddy," said the young pugilist, as they sat together on the afternoon of the third day. "Surely there can"t be any harm in my havin" a pipe?"
"Well, well, lad, it"s against my conscience, but here"s my box and there"s a yard o" clay," said the Champion. "My word, I don"t know what Captain Barclay of Ury would have said if he had seen a man smoke when he was in trainin"! He was the man to work you! He had me down from sixteen to thirteen the second time I fought the Black."
Spring had lit his pipe and was leaning back amid a haze of blue smoke.
"It was easy for you, Daddy, to keep strict trainin" when you knew what was before you. You had your date and your place and your man. You knew that in a month you would jump the ropes with ten thousand folk round you, and carrying maybe a hundred thousand in bets. You knew also the man you had to meet, and you wouldn"t give him the better of you. But it"s all different with me. For all I know, this is just a woman"s whim, and will end in nothing. If I was sure it was serious, I"d break this pipe before I would smoke it."
Tom Cribb scratched his head in puzzlement.
"I can make nothing of it, lad, "cept that her money is good. Come to think of it, how many men on the list could stand up to you for half an hour? It can"t be Stringer, "cause you"ve beat him. Then there"s Cooper; but he"s up Newcastle way. It can"t be him. There"s Richmond; but you wouldn"t need to take your coat off to beat him. There"s the Gasman; but he"s not twelve stone. And there"s Bill Neat of Bristol. That"s it, lad.
The lady has taken into her head to put you up against either the Gasman or Bill Neat."
"But why not say so? I"d train hard for the Gasman and harder for Bill Neat, but I"m blowed if I can train, with any heart when I"m fightin"
n.o.body in particular and everybody in general, same as now."
There was a sudden interruption to the speculations of the two prize-fighters. The door opened and the lady entered. As her eyes fell upon the two men her dark, handsome face flushed with anger, and she gazed at them silently with an expression of contempt which brought them both to their feet with hangdog faces. There they stood, their long, reeking pipes in their hands, shuffling and downcast, like two great rough mastiffs before an angry mistress.
"So!" said she, stamping her foot furiously. "And this is training!"
"I"m sure we"re very sorry, ma"am," said the abashed Champion. "I didn"t think--I never for one moment supposed--"
"That I would come myself to see if you were taking my money on false pretences? No, I dare say not. You fool!" she blazed, turning suddenly upon Tom Spring. "You"ll be beat. That will be the end of it."