"They"re a pretty decent lot, really. Sagorski--the big chap with the fuzzy hair, he"s not half bad when you know him; and Carty, the one with the cauliflower ear, his fight comes off inside of a week. We"re helping him out, too, you see--good food, clean air--bully fellow--a little too finely drawn just now and a bit irritable--"

"I see. A bit irritable--so am I--"

"And then," he went on, "the other big fellow is Tim O"Halloran, my chopping block, has a nasty left--and is a demon for punishment. The little fellow is Kid Spatola, an Italian, one of my handlers, the bootblack champion. Oh, they"re a fine lot, Roger--You"ll get to like "em. Nothing like being thrown with chaps a lot to know what they"re like--inside of "em, I mean."

"Quite true," I remarked with desperate calmness. "And who, if I may ask, is the colored gentleman in the yellow sweater?"

"Oh!" said Jerry pleasantly. "That"s Danny Monroe, my rubber. He"s the best ma.s.seur outside of Sweden, knows all the tricks; wait until you see him rubbing me down."

"I shall try to possess my soul in patience until then," I said. "Have you designated which of the spare rooms these gentlemen are to occupy?"

"Ah, don"t be stodgy, Roger," he said. "They"ll all be in the wing.

They won"t bother you. I"m counting on you to help. Just try, won"t you? It will only be for about three weeks."

I gasped and sank into the nearest chair. Three weeks in which this gang of hoodlums must be fed, looked after and entertained. I was helpless. Radford, the superintendent, had gone for a lengthy visit to relatives in California.

"I hope you have their criminal records--also a private detective to watch the silver," I murmured weakly.

"No, I haven"t," Jerry retorted. "I"m not afraid of any of them. It"s rather narrow, Roger, to think, just because a chap goes into pugilism as a business, that he isn"t straight. You"ve taught me that one man is as good as another and now you"re--you"re crawling. That"s what you"re doing--crawling."

I was indeed, crawling, groveling. I strove upward, but remained prostrate.

"How could you do such a thing, Jerry?" I remonstrated feebly.

He patted me on the back--much, I think, as he would have patted Skook.u.ms in encouragement.

"Oh, be a good sport, Roger. You _can_ be when you want to, you know.

We won"t bother you. We"ll be in the gym or on the road most of the day, and in bed at nine sharp."

"What do you--want me to do?" I stammered at last.

"Why nothing," he said, his face brightening. "Just to be Jerry Benham for awhile. It isn"t such a lot to ask, is it? Just make believe you"re pleased as punch to have "em around--come and watch me work"

(he had the jargon at his tongue"s tip) "and show some interest in the proceedings. You _are_ interested, Roger."

"I"m not."

"You don"t want to see me licked, do you?"

I sighed. The affair was out of my hands.

"What shall you want to eat?" I asked meekly.

"Oh, beefsteak, lots of it--and other things. Flynn will tell you." He folded his arms and gazed down at me contentedly. "Thanks, old man,"

he said gratefully. "I knew you would. It"s fine of you. I won"t forget it."

"Nor will I," I said. Jerry only laughed. D--n the boy. It was rank tyranny.

Flynn and Sagorski were already down the stairs. I eyed them malevolently, but rose and went to the kitchen to give the necessary orders. There I found the force of servants in executive session and my appearance was the signal for immediate notice from the entire lot.

I hadn"t foreseen this difficulty which immediately a.s.sumed the proportions of a calamity. They stated their objections, which may well be imagined, most respectfully but in no uncertain terms. They could have endured Mr. Flynn, Mr. Carty and Mr. Sagorski, but they balked at Mr. Danny Monroe. I had balked at him, too, but I didn"t tell them so. The upstairs maids (we had chambermaids now) absolutely refused to consider any of my arguments in reb.u.t.tal and were already pinning on their hats, when Jerry, who had gotten wind of the mutiny from Christopher (poor Christopher!), came running and planting himself in their very midst, demolished their objections with a laugh and an offer of double wages. They smiled at a joke he made, weakened, finally unpinned their hats and took up their ap.r.o.ns. I have never in my experience seen such an example of the blandishment of wealth.

Peace restored and the orders given, which included a pledge of secrecy as to Jerry"s real ident.i.ty and mine, I made my way to the gymnasium with Jerry in a valiant effort to "be a good sport" and to appear as "pleased as punch" at the invasion of my sanctuary by Jerry"s Huns. Carty and Flynn were having a fast "go" of it on the floor, with Monroe, the Swedish negro, keeping time, while from beyond came sounds of howling where "Kid" Spatola and Tim O"Halloran were sporting like healthy grampuses in Jerry"s--my--marble pool. Jerry made the introductions gayly and O"Halloran splashed a greeting, while Spatola eyed my rusty black serge critically (Spatola was the Beau Brummel of the party as I discovered later) nodded, and then did a back flip-flap from the diving board.

But unwelcome as they were to me, they were not nearly so unpleasant in a state of nature as they had been in their clothing, for when considered as sentient beings they left much to be desired; as healthy human animals, I had to admit that they were a success, and having conceded the fact that they were animals and Horsham Manor was for the present a zoo, the rest was merely a matter of mental adjustment. I played my part of host, I fear, with a bad grace, but as manners held no high place in their code of being, my deficiencies pa.s.sed unnoticed.

Was this triumph of matter over mind nature"s cynical reply to my years of care and study in bringing Jerry to perfect manhood? Had I erred in giving importance to the growth and development of Jerry"s body? Or was it, as Jack Ballard had said, merely that the nice adjustment of mind and matter had been suddenly disarranged? How far was this muscular orgy to carry him? And where would it end? After Madison Square Garden--what?

Dinner found me no nearer a solution and I sighed as my glance pa.s.sed the length of the table, along the row of villainous faces to where opposite me Jim Robinson grinned cheerfully over his plate. It was quite wonderful to see these Vandals eat--beefsteak, bread, vegetables, eggs, milk--everything put before them vanished as if by magic, while Poole and Christopher with set and scornful faces hurried to the pantry, bearing in their empty dishes the mute evidence of the gastronomic miracles that were being performed beneath their very eyes. For my part I confess that I was so fascinated in watching the way in which Sagorski used his knife and fork and the dexterous manner in which he dispatched his food in spite of such a handicap that I ate nothing. They talked in mono-syllables and grunts for the most part, and when really conversing used language which I found it most difficult to understand. Their dinner finished, they rose, stretching and eructating in true Rabelaisian fashion.

"A stroll in the Park, byes, now. And then--the feathers," said Flynn, pa.s.sing the chewing gum.

"A fine lot, ain"t they, Mr. Benham?" said Jerry to me as they filed out.

"Extraordinary," I replied, with a fict.i.tious smile, "most extraordinary."

He grinned at me and followed them.

It was not until the next day in the hour between road and gym work that I managed to get Flynn aside. He had thus far succeeded in avoiding me, but I caught him by the arm as he was pa.s.sing, dragged him into my study and shut the door.

"See here, Flynn," I said with some warmth, "it"s not my affair to interfere with any of Mr. Benham"s plans. He"s his own master now and can do what he pleases, but you and I have always been good enough friends, and I should like to know just how much or how little you"ve had to do with getting the boy into this match at the Garden--"

He looked at me quizzically for a moment and then grinned.

"Ye"ve got a right to ask me that, Mr. Canby. An" I"ll give ye a fair answer. I had nothin" to do wid it, sor--honor bright--" He paused and grinned again. "Mind ye, I"m not sayin" I"m sorry he"s doin" it, for I won"t lie to ye. I"d like to see him lick Sailor Clancy an" I"m doin"

my best to help him to it. But for havin" a hand in puttin" Masther Jerry up to the game ye can count me out. "Twas Masther Jerry himself, sor. He got it into his head someway an" there was no gettin" rid of it. I made the match for the bye because he wanted it--an" that"s a fact--nothin" else."

He looked me in the eye and I knew that he told the truth.

"What chance has Jerry of winning, Flynn?" I asked.

"Ah, there ye"ve got me, sor. Jerry"s a rare one, he is, and plucky--and quick as any man of his weight in the wor-rld--but Clancy is a good "un, too--young, strong as a bull an" expayrienced. Fought steady for three years, an" winning, sor. He"ll have the confidence--but Masther Jerry is a wonder. He"ll have a chanct, sor, more than an even chanct, I"d say, if he don"t waste nothin"."

"Waste nothing?"

"He"s got to land, sor--every time and waste no whiffs on nothin"."

"I see."

Flynn was eyeing the door impatiently. He was a busy man and had no time to answer foolish questions.

"There"s no chance of getting out of it?" I asked.

"None, sor. He couldn"t quit now. Ye wouldn"t want him to, would you, sor?" he finished in a reproachful tone, which just missed being disagreeable.

I opened the door and he lost no time in getting to the gymnasium.

That next afternoon in the midst of the work out, I had another surprise, for a wagon arrived from the station and in it were Marcia Van Wyck and Miss Gore, the latter dragged against her will to play a part she little cared for. I happened to meet them in the hall, where, since none of the pugilists were present, Marcia put aside subterfuge, nodded coolly and asked for Jerry. She wore the badly fitting suit her maid had procured for her and chewed gum incessantly. I looked anxiously at Miss Gore, but it seems that even her martyrdom stopped at that. I led the way to the gymnasium where Jerry and the irritable Carty were resting between rounds. The girl nodded to Jerry, who waved his glove, and took one of the chairs by the ring-side, the obedient Miss Gore next her.

"What round?" she asked masticating leisurely.