I want his right arm broken, and that is the job I am ready to pay for." Kelley straightened up somewhat, placed one hand on his hip, while the other rested on the table, crossed his legs, and regarded Ditson steadily with a stare that made Roll very nervous.
"I might 'a' knowed yer didn't want ter fight him yerself," the professor finally said, and Ditson did not fail to detect the contempt in his face and voice.
"No, I do not," declared Ditson, an angry flush coming to his face.

"He is a scrapper, and I do not think I am his match in a brutal fight." "Brutal is good! An' yer wants his arm bruck?
Don't propose to give him no show at all, eh ?" "I don't care a continental what is done so long as he is fixed as I ask." "I s'pose ye're one of them stujent fellers ?" "Yes, I am a student." "An' t'other feller is a stujent ?" "Yes." "Dem fellers is easy." "Then you will do the job for me, will you ?" "Naw!" snorted Kelley.

"Not on yer nacheral! Wot d'yer take me fer?
I don't do notting of dat kind.

I've got a repertation to sustain, I has." Ditson looked disappointed.
"I am willing to pay well to have the job done," he sad.
"Well, yer can find somebody ter do it fer yer." "But I don't know where to find anybody, professor." Kelley sat down, relighted his cigar, restored his feet to the table, picked up a paper, seemed about to resume reading, and then observed: "Dis is no infermation bureau, but I s'pose I might put yer onter a cove dat'd do der trick fer yer if yuse come down heavy wid der stuff." "If you will I shall be ever so much obliged." "Much erbliged don't but no whiskey.

Money talks, me boy." Ditson reached into his pocket and produced some money.
"I will give you five dollars to tell me of a man who will do the job for me," he said, pulling a five-dollar bill from the roll.
"Make it ten an' I goes yer," said Kelley, promptly.
"Done.