"Canned again," he announced, and then he told the Lizard the story of
his downfall, attributing the results of the third round, however, to
Brophy's unwarranted action at the end of the second.

"Well," said the Lizard, "you certainly are the champion boob. There
you had a chance to cop off a nice bunch of coin on that fight and
instead you kill it for yourself and everybody else."

"You don't think," said Jimmy, "that I would have put any money on that
crooked scrap."

"Why not?" asked the Lizard, and then he shook his head sadly. "No, I
don't suppose you would. There's lots of things about you that I can't
understand, and one of them is the fact that you would rather starve to
death than take a little easy money off of birds that have got more than
they got any business to have. Why, with your education and front we two
could pull off some of the classiest stuff that this burg ever saw."

"Forget it," admonished Jimmy.

"What are you going to do now?" asked the Lizard.

"Go out and hunt for another job," said Jimmy.

"Well, I wish you luck," said the Lizard.

"Maybe I can find something for you. I'll try, and in the mean time if
you need any mazuma I always got a little roll tucked away in my sock."

"Thanks," said Jimmy, "and I don't mind telling you that you're the one