Now tell me where I can find the man I want." "D'yer know Plug Kirby ?" "No." "Well, he is der feller yer wants." "Where can I find him ?" "I'll give yer his address." Kelley took a stub of a pencil out of his vest pocket and wrote with great labor on the margin of one of the papers.

This writing he tore off and handed to Ditson.

Then, without another word, he once more restored his feet to the top of the table and resumed reading as if there was no one in the room.
Ditson went out without a word.

When he was gone Kelley looked over the top of the paper toward the door and growled: "Dat feller's no good! If he'd wanted ter fit der odder feller hisself I'd tole him how ter bruck der odder chap's wrist, but he ain't got der sand ter fight a baby.

He makes me sad! I'd like ter t'ump him a soaker on de jaw meself." That evening Frank went out to call on some friends.