Billy crossed over to him, with
outstretched hand.
"Howdy, Professor!" he said.
"Yeh got me, kid," replied Professor Cassidy, taking the
proffered hand.
"I was up here with Larry Hilmore and the Goose Island
Kid a year or so ago--my name's Byrne," exclaimed Billy.
"Sure," said the professor; "I gotcha now. You're de guy
'at Larry was a tellin' me about. He said you'd be a great
heavy if you'd leave de booze alone."
Billy smiled and nodded.
"You don't look much like a booze fighter now," remarked
Cassidy.
"And I ain't" said the mucker. "I've been on the wagon for
most a year, and I'm never comin' down."
"That's right, kid," said the professor; "but wots the good
word? Wot you doin' in little ol' Noo York?"
"Lookin' for a job," said Billy.
"Strip!" commanded Professor Cassidy. "I'm lookin' for
sparrin' partners for a gink dat's goin' to clean up de Big
Smoke--if he'll ever come back an' scrap."
"You're on," said Billy, commencing to divest himself of his
outer clothing.
Stripped to the waist he displayed as wondrous a set of
muscles as even Professor Cassidy had ever seen. The man
waxed enthusiastic over them.
"You sure ought to have some wallop up your sleeve," he
said, admiringly.
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