"Ah!" pipes Genaro, rollin' his eyes at the sky.  "We giva you the whole picture! Second reel you get run over by train—fasta mail! You see? So you no fighta the champ!" 

 The Kid looks at me and grabs my arm. 

 "This guy's a maniac!" he hollers.  "Did you get that railroad thing? He—" 

 Genaro goes right on like he don't hear him. 

 "Thirda reel!" he says.  "Thirda reel you get hit by two automobiles, this bada feller try to feex you so you no fighta the champ!" 

 "Wait!" I butts in.  "You must—" 

 "But fiftha reel—aaah!"  Genaro don't pay no attention to me, but kisses his hand at a tree.  "Fiftha reel," he says, "she'sa great! Get everybody excite! You get throw from sheep in ocean, fella shoot at you when you try sweem, bada fella come along in motorboat, he'sa run you down! Then you swim five, six, seven mile to land and there dozen feller beat you with club—so you no fighta the champ!" 

 The Kid has sunk down on a chair and he's fannin' himself. His face was the color of skim milk. 

 "What you think?" asks Genaro.  "She's a maka fine picture, what?" 

 "Great!" I says.  "If that guy that wants to fix the Kid so he no fighta the champ loses out, they can't say he wasn't tryin' anyhow! Why don't you throw in another reel, showin' the lions devourin' the Kid—so he no fighta the champ?" 

 "That's a good!" Genaro shakes his head.  "I spika to Van Aylstyne!" 

 He took us up to his office and when we get inside the door they's a dame sittin' there which would make Venus look like a small-town soubrette. She looked like these other movie queens would like to! Whilst we're givin' her the up and down, she smiles at the Kid and he immediately drops his hat on the floor and knocks over a inkwell. 

 "Miss Vincent," says Genaro, "this Mr. Kid Scanlan. He'sa work with you nex' week. This Mr. Green, hisa fr'en'." 

 We shake hands all around and the Kid elbows me to one side. 

 "Where are you goin' this afternoon?" he asks the dame.  "Anywheres?" 

 Genaro raps on the desk. 

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