His quick eye detected the improved state of his
friend's apparel, and his indignation rose, as he reflected that Jerry
had pocketed the profits while the hard knocks had been his.
"Jerry!" he called out.
Jerry did not see fit to heed the call. He was sensible that Mike had
something to complain of, and he was in no hurry to meet his reproaches.
"Jerry McGaverty!" called Mike, coming near.
"Oh, it's you, Mike, is it?" answered Jerry, unable longer to keep up
the pretense of not hearing.
"Yes, it's me," said Mike. "What made you leave me for last night?"
"I didn't want to interfere betwane two gintlemen," said Jerry, with a
grin. "Did you mash him, Mike?"
"No," said Mike, sullenly, "he mashed me. Why didn't you help me?"
"I thought you was bating him, so, as I had some business to attind to,
I went away."
"You went away wid the shirt."
"Yes, I took it by mistake. Ain't it an illigant fit?"
"It's big enough for two of you."
"Maybe I'll grow to it in time," said Jerry.
"And how much are you goin' to give me for my share?" demanded Mike.
"Say that ag'in," said Jerry.
Mike repeated it.
"I thought maybe I didn't hear straight. It ain't yours at all. Didn't I
take it?"
"You wouldn't have got it if I hadn't fit with Paul."
"That ain't nothin' to me," said Jerry. "The shirt's mine, and I'll kape
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