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тАЬYou looked like right guys,тАЭ he said.

тАЬMeaning what?тАЭ

The huge shoulders shrugged. тАЬThe manager and training expenses ate up the loser's share of last night's
purse. I'm flat. I mooched that plane ticket off a newspaper lug who got it for nothing. So I saw you guys,
and you looked like a right crowd who would return a favor.тАЭ

тАЬI see.тАЭ The plump man adjusted his hat again. тАЬYou thought we would return a favor.тАЭ

тАЬWhy not?тАЭ The other squinted suddenly. тАЬOr maybe I was mistaken?тАЭ

тАЬYou don't need to beat around the bush with me,тАЭ the portly man said dryly.
тАЬO. K.тАЭ The scarred face warped into a grin. тАЬI'm flat, like I said. I thought maybe you could throw
something my way.тАЭ

тАЬWhat are you good at?тАЭ

The scarred grin widened. тАЬStrong-arm stuff. And I ain't too particular.тАЭ

тАЬI see,тАЭ said the fat man.

They went on, and the individual who looked like a prizefighter began to register doubt and uneasiness;
finally, he turned and confronted the fat man.

тАЬSay,тАЭ he whined, тАЬI ain't askin' much. I done you guys a turn, see? Don't I get something out of it? I
don't mean that you have to pay off. Just put me next to something. You know, something where a guy
can make a buck. How about it?тАЭ

тАЬOf course,тАЭ said the fat man, тАЬwe'll put you next to something.тАЭ

тАЬSomething good?тАЭ

тАЬVery good!тАЭ

They went on, and the fat man dropped back a pace, absently sinking his hands into his pockets. He
brought one hand out slyly a moment later. It held a shot-filled leather blackjack which he must have
secured earlier from one of the other men. He swung the blackjack suddenly, terrifically.

It seemed that the pugilist sensed the blow coming for he sank a little, taking the swing across the top of
his head. But there was a loud thud as the sap landed, and the scarred man sagged forward on his face,
quivered a little, then became limp, unmoving.

One of the nice-looking men eyed their fat chief.

тАЬThe guy might have meant all right, Telegraph,тАЭ he said.

The fat тАЬTelegraphтАЭ nodded peacefully and returned the sap to his pocket.

тАЬWe are not in a position to take chances with gentlemen whom we do not know,тАЭ he murmured.