How many lessons will yer have ?" "It is not that at all," declared Roll.
"Not dat ?" cried Kelley in surprise.

"Den wot do youse want ?" "Well, you see, it is like this--er, like this," faltered Roland.
"I--I've got an enemy." "Well, ain't dat wot I said ?" "But I don't want to fight him." "Oh, I sees! Yer wants some odder chap ter do de trick ?" "Yes, that is it.

But I want them to more than lick him." "More dan lick him?
W'y, yer don't want him killed, does yer ?" "No," answered Ditson, hoarsely; "but I want his right arm broken." "Hey ?" Down came Buster Kelley's feet from the table, upon which his knuckles fell, and then he arose from the chair, standing in a crouching position, with his hands resting on the table, across which he glared at Roland Ditson.
"Hey ?" he squawked.

"Just say dat ag'in, cully." Roll was startled, and looked as if he longed to take to his heels and get away as quickly as possible; but he did not run, and he forced himself to say: "This is a case of business, professor.

I will pay liberally to have the job done as I want it." "An' youse wants a bloke's arm bruck ?" "Yes." "Well, dis is a quare deal! If yer wanted his head bruck it wouldn't s'prise me; but ter want his arm bruck--jee!" "I don't care if he gets a rap on the head at the same time, but I don't want him killed.