He could still hear Murray fuming and cursing as he passed out into the
barroom, at the front of which was Feinheimer's office.




CHAPTER XII.

UP OR DOWN?

After Jimmy had received his check and was about to leave, a couple of
men approached him.

"We seen that little mix-up in there," said one of them. "You handle
your mitts like you been there before."

"Yes," said Jimmy, smiling, "I've had a little experience in the manly
art of self-defense."

The two men were sizing him up.

"Feinheimer can you?" asked one of them. Jimmy nodded affirmatively.
"Got anything else in view?"

"No," said Jimmy.

"How'd you like a job as one of Brophy's sparring partners?"

"I wouldn't mind," said Jimmy. "What is there in it?"