But Dummy was on his feet, slappin' him on the shoulder.
"Fine business!" he cackles. "Inside a year your income will sound like the population of China multeyplied by two, and like as not I'll have a couple of pennies myself! Now, they's no use of you gettin' all tired out talkin'; lemme take charge of that part of it. We start in to-morrow night rakin' in the golden stream. Wait here till I send a wire!"
Oh, Dummy was a fast worker, they's no doubt of that.
Halliday looked after him kinda dazed, and then he wiggles them pliable iron shoulders of his and laughs. We traded a few remarks about this and that, holdin' each other even till Dummy come bustlin' back.
"Now we're all set!" he says to Halliday. "I kinda thought you'd see the light, so I booked you in Sandusky a few days ago at the Crescent A. C. We're gonna box young Du Fresne, heavyweight champion of Canada, twelve rounds to a decision. You'll prob'ly kill that bimbo with a punch, and then we jump to Columbus, and—"
Halliday turns a slow smile on Dummy and holds up his hand.
"Your opinion of my ability is certainly flattering, old man!" he interrupts, "and your system at least seems to have the merit of originality. My first bout is to be with the Canadian champion, eh? What do you propose that I do—start at the top and work my way down?" He chuckled like the kid he was.
"Heh?" snorts Dummy. "Oh—this Du Fresne guy? Say—if he's champion of Canada, then I'm next
