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welterweight champ. We've throwed you people a lot of trade. Only a
short while ago Scanlan flattened Young Hogan in two rounds, and Hogan
was took there from the ring, remember? Well, I want the boss doctor
there sent to Film City right away!"

With that begins a argument that went about fifteen minutes, and which
I finally win by a shade. It seems it wasn't the regular thing for the
head doctor there to answer night bells and so forth, like a ordinary
medico, and the goin' was rather tough for awhile. Three or four
times, when I was ready to quit, this telephone dame, which was takin'
it all in with both ears, cut in with advice and helpful hints till the
guy on the other end had enough and says he'll come.

The first thing that met my eye, when I got back to the Kid, was Eddie
Duke's friend, the greatest doctor in the world. He was walkin' very
fast away from the hotel and mutterin' to himself. I just had time to
grab his arm, as he jumps in the buggy and reaches for the whip.

"Will he live, doc?" I asks him.

"Bah!" he snorts, jerkin' away from me. "The ignorant little pup!"

He whales Old Dobbin with the whip and leaves me flat.

I couldn't figure out what the Kid's education had to do with his
health, so I beats it upstairs and all but fell over Eddie Duke. He's
holdin' one eye and mumblin' somethin' about "roughnecks" and
"ingratitude." I kept on through the crowd and into the Kid's room.
Scanlan is still on the bed groanin', and beside him is the hotel
clerk, thumbin' a almanac.

"Wait!" pants the clerk, as I come in. "I'll have it in a second." He
turns over a lot more pages and then he hollers, "Ah! Here we
are--what did I tell you? 'First Aid to the Injured.'" He clears his
throat and the Kid looks up hopefully. "Number one," reads the clerk.
"_'First send for a physician!'_" He drops the book and dashes for the
door. "Don't do nothing till I get back!" he yells.

Scanlan starts to go after him, but moans and falls back on the bed.

"I wish I had a gun!" he snarls. "That big boob has been here fifteen
minutes tellin' me all he was gonna do for me as soon as he found it in
the book! He--"

"Didn't the doctor do no good?" I butts in, sittin' on the side of the
bed.

"Doctor?" says the Kid. "What doctor?"

"Eddie Duke's friend," I tells him. "The old--"

Scanlan leans up on his good arm.

"Listen, Johnny!" he says. "I still got a wallop in my right! Don't
kid me now o