The Kid growls at him and whispers in my ear, 

 "Will I bounce him?" 

 "Not yet!" I tells him.  "I'm Mr. Green," I says to Genaro, "and this is Kid Scanlan, welterweight champion of the world, and if you pull any more of that joosta wait stuff, you'll be able to say you fought him!" 

 He drops his hands and smiles. 

 "Excuse, please!" he says.  "I maka mistake!" he grabs hold of his head again and groans, "Gotta bunch bonehead here this morning," he goes on, noddin' to 'em.  "Driva me crazy!  Shakespeare he see these feller play Reechard, he joomp out of he'sa grave!"  He swings around at them all of a sudden and makes a face at 'em, "Broadaway star, eh?" he snarls. "Bah! You maka me seek! Go away for one, two hour. I senda for you—you all what you calla the bunk!" 

 On the level I thought he was gonna bite 'em! 

 The merry villagers scatter, and Genaro turns around to us and wipes his face with a red silk handkerchief. 

 "You knowa the piece?" he asks us.  "Reechard the Third, Shakespeare?" 

 "Not quite!" I says.  "What is he—a local scrapper?" 

 The Kid butts in and shoves me away. 

 "Don't mind this guy," he says to Genaro.  "He's nothin' but a igrant roughneck! I got you right away. I remember in this Richard the Third thing—they's a big battle in the last act and Dick tells a gunman by the name of MacDuff to lay off him or he'll knock him for a goal!" 

 "Not lay off!" says Genaro, smiling "Lay on! Lay on, MacDuff!" 

 "Yeh?" inquires the Kid.  "I thought it was lay off. I only seen the frolic once. I took off a member of Dick's gang at the Grand Oprey house, when I was broke in Trenton." 

 "Nex' week we start your picture," says Genaro to the Kid.  "Mr. Van Aylstyne he'sa write scenario now. This gonna be great for you—magnificent! He'sa give you everything! Firsta reel you fall off a cliff!" 

 "Who, me?" hollers the Kid, 

 "Si!" smiles Genaro.  "Bada man wanna feex you, so you no fighta the champ! You getta the beeg idea?" 

 "What's next?" asks the Kid, frownin'. 

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