CHAPTER XXIX
“ Guess I’ll have to wash my hands of him,” Collins told Johnny. “I know Del Mar must have been right when he said he was the limit, but I can’t get a clue to it.”
This followed upon a fight between Michael and Collins. Michael, more morose than ever, had become even crusty-tempered, and, scarcely with provocation at all, had attacked the man he hated, failing, as ever, to put his teeth into him, and receiving, in turn, a couple of smashing kicks under his jaw.
“ He’s like a gold-mine all right all right,” Collins meditated, “but I’m hanged if I can c***k it, and he’s getting grouchier every day. Look at him. What’d he want to jump me for? I wasn’t rough with him. He’s piling up a sour-ball that’ll make him fight a policeman some day.”
A few minutes later, one of
