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HIS BROTHER'S KEEPER

I KNEW what a lot of people said about Loney but he was always swell to me. Ever since I remember he was swell to me and I guess I would have liked him just as much even if he had been just somebody else instead of my brother; but I was glad he was not just somebody else.

He was not like me. He was slim and would have looked swell in any kind of clothes you put on him, only he always dressed classy and looked like he had stepped right out of the bandbox even when he was just loafing around the house, and he had slick hair and the whitest teeth you ever saw and long, thin, clean-looking fingers. He looked like the way I remembered my father, only better-looking. I took more after Ma's folks, the Malones, which was funny because Loney was the one that was named after them. Malone Bolan. He was smart as they make them, too. It was no use trying to put anything over on him and maybe that was what some people had against him, only that was kind of hard to fit in with Pete Gonzalez.

Pete Gonzalez not liking Loney used to bother me sometimes because he was a swell guy, too, and he was never trying to put anything over on anybody. He had two fighters and a wrestler named Kilchak and he always sent them in to do the best they could, just like Loney sent me in. He was the topnotch manager in our part of the country and a lot of people said there was no better anywhere, so I felt pretty good about him wanting to handle me, even if I did say no.

It was in the hall leaving Tubby White's gym that I ran into him that afternoon and he said, Hello, Kid, how's it? moving his cigar further over in a corner of his mouth so he could talk.

Hello. All right.

He looked me up and down, squinting on account of the smoke from his cigar. Going to take this guy Saturday?

I guess so.

He looked me up and down again like he was weighing me in. His eyes were little enough anyhow and when he squinted like that you could hardly see them at all. How old are you, Kid?

Going on nineteen.

And you'll weigh about a hundred and sixty, he said.

Sixty-seven and a half. I'm growing pretty fast.

Ever see this guy you're fighting Saturday?

No.

He's plenty tough.

I grinned and said, I guess he is.

And plenty smart.

I said, I guess he is, again.

He took his cigar out of his mouth and scowled at me and said like he was sore at me, You know you got no business in the ring with him, don't you? Before I could think up anything to say he stuck the cigar back in his mouth and his face and his voice changed. Why don't you let me handle you, Kid? You got the stuff. I'll handle you right, build you up, not use you up, and you'll be good for a long trip.

I couldn't do that, I said. Loney taught me all I know and

Taught you what? Pete snarled. He looked mad again. If you think you been taught anything at all you just take a look at your mug in the next looking-glass you come across. He took the cigar out of his mouth and spit out a piece of tobacco that had come loose. Only eighteen years old and ain't been fighting a year and look at the mug on him!

I felt myself blushing. I guess I was never any beauty but, like Pete said, I had been hit in the face a lot and I guess my face showed it. I said, Well, of course, I'm not a boxer.

And that's the God's truth, Pete said. And why ain't you?

I don't know. I guess it's just not my way of fighting.

You could learn. You're fast and you ain't dumb. What's this stuff getting you? Every week Loney sends you in against some guy you're not ready for yet and you soak up a lot of fists and

I win, don't I? I said.

Sure you winso farbecause you're young and tough and got the moxie and can hit, but I wouldn't want to pay for winning what you're paying, and I wouldn't want any of my boys to. I seen kidsmaybe some of them as promising as yougo along the way you're going, and I seen what was left of them a couple years later. Take my word for it, Kid, you'll do better than that with me.

Maybe you're right, I said, and I'm grateful to you and all that, but I couldn't leave Loney. He

I'll give Loney a piece of change for your contract, even if you ain't got one with him.

No, I'm sorry, I I couldn't.

Pete started to say something and stopped and his face began to get red. The door of Tubby's office had opened and Loney was coming out. Loney's face was white and you could hardly see his lips because they were so tight together, so I knew he had heard us talking.

He walked up close to Pete, not even looking at me once, and said, You chiseling dago rat.

Pete said, I only told him what I told you when I made you the offer last week.

Loney said, Swell. So now you've told everybody. So now you can tell 'em about this. He smacked Pete across the mouth with the back of his hand.

I moved over a little because Pete was a lot bigger than Loney, but Pete just said, O. K., pal, maybe you won't live forever. Maybe you won't live forever even if Big Jake don't never get hep to the missus.

Loney swung at him with a fist this time but Pete was backing away down the hall and Loney missed him by about a foot and a half, and when Loney started after him Pete turned and ran toward the gym.

Loney came back to me grinning and not looking mad any more. He could change that way quicker than anybody you ever saw. He put an arm around my shoulders and said, The chiseling dago rat. Let's blow. Outside he turned me around to look at the sign advertising the fights. There you are, Kid. I don't blame him for wanting you. There'll be a lot of 'em wanting you before you're through.

It did look swell, Kid Eolan vs. Sailor Perelman, in red letters that were bigger than any of the other names and up at the top of the card. That was the first time I ever had had my name at the top. I thought, I'm going to have it there like that all the time now and maybe in New York sometime, but I just grinned at Loney without saying anything and we went on home.

Ma was away visiting my married sister in Pittsburgh and we had a nigger woman named Susan taking care of the house for us and after she washed up the supper dishes and went home Loney went to the telephone and I could hear him talking low. I wanted to say something to him when he came back but I was afraid I would say the wrong thing because Loney might think I Was trying to butt into his business, and before I could find a safe way to start the doorbell rang.

Loney went to the door. It was Mrs. Schiff, like I had a hunch it would be, because she had come over the first night Ma was away.

She came in laughing, with Loney's arm around her waist, and said, Hello, Champ, to me.

I said, Hello, and shook hands with her.

I liked her, I guess, but I guess I was kind of afraid of her. I mean not only afraid of her on Loney's account but in a different way. You know, like sometimes when you were a kid and you found yourself all alone in a strange neighborhood on the other side of town. There was nothing you could see to be downright afraid of but you kept halfway expecting something. It was something like that. She was awful pretty but there was something kind of wild-looking about her. I don't mean wild-looking like some floozies you see; I mean almost like an animal, like she was always on the watch for something. It was like she was hungry. I mean just her eyes and maybe her mouth because you could not call her skinny or anything or fat either.

Loney got out a bottle of whisky and glasses and they had a drink. I stalled around for a few minutes just being polite and then said I guessed I was tired and I said good night to them and took my magazine upstairs to my room. Loney was beginning to tell her about his run-in with Pete Gonzalez when I went upstairs.

After I got undressed I tried to read but I kept worrying about Loney. It was this Mrs. Schiff that Pete made the crack about in the afternoon. She was the wife of Big Jake Schiff, the boss of our ward, and a lot of people must have known about her running around with Loney on the side. Anyhow Pete knew about it and he and Big Jake were pretty good friends besides him now having something to pay Loney back for.

I wished Loney would cut it out. He could have had a lot of other girls and Big Jake was no body to have trouble with, even leaving aside the pull he had down at the City Hall. Every time I tried to read I would get to thinking things like that so finally I gave it up and went to sleep pretty early, even for me. That was a Monday. Tuesday night when I got home from the movies she was waiting in the vestibule. She had on a long coat but no hat, and she looked pretty excited.

Where's Loney? she asked, not saying hello or anything.

I don't know. He didn't say where he was going.

I've got to see him, she said. Haven't you any idea where he'd be?

No, I don't know where he is.

Do you think he'll be late?

I said, I guess he usually is.

She frowned at me and then she said, I've got to see him. I'll wait a little while anyhow. So we went back to the dining-room.

She kept her coat on and began to walk around the room looking at things but without paying much attention to them. I asked her if she wanted a drink and she said, Yes, sort of absent-minded, but when I started to get it for her she took hold of the lapel of my coat and said, Listen,

Eddie, will you tell me something? Honest to God?

I said, Sure, feeling kind of embarrassed looking in her face like that, if I can.

Is Loney really in love with me?

That was a tough one. I could feel my face getting redder and redder. I wished the door would open and Loney would come in. I wished a fire would break out or something.

She jerked my lapel. Is he? . I said, I guess so. I guess he is, all right.

Don't you know?

I said, Sure, I know, but Loney don't ever talk to me about things like that. Honest, he don't.

She bit her lip and turned her back on me. I was sweating. I spent as long a time as I could in the kitchen getting the whisky and things. When I went back in the dining-room she had sat down and was putting lip-stick on her mouth. I set the whisky down on the table beside her.

She smiled at me and said, You're a nice boy, Eddie. I hope you win a million fights. When do you fight again?

I had to laugh at that. I guess I had been going around thinking that everybody in the world knew I was going to fight Sailor Perelman that Saturday just because it was my first main event. I guess that is the way you get a swelled head. I said, This Saturday.

That's fine, she said, and looked at her wrist-watch. Oh, why doesn't he come? I've got to be home before Jake gets there. She jumped up. Well, I can't wait any longer. I shouldn't have stayed this long. Will you tell Loney something for me?

Sure.

And not another soul?

Sure.

She came around the table and took hold of my lapel again. Well, listen. You tell him that somebody's been talking to Jake aboutabout us.. You tell him we've got to be careful, Jake'd kill both of us. You tell him I don't think Jake knows for sure yet, but we've got to be careful. Tell Loney not to phone me and to wait here till I phone him tomorrow afternoon. Will you tell him that?

Sure.

And don't let him do anything crazy.

I said, I won't. I would have said anything to get it over with.

She said, You're a nice boy, Eddie, and kissed me on the mouth and went out of the house.

I did not go to the door with her. I looked at the whisky on the table and thought maybe I ought to take the first drink of my life, but instead I sat down and thought about Loney. Maybe I dozed off a little but I was awake when he came home and that was nearly two o'clock.

He was pretty tight. What the hell are you doing up? he said.

I told him about Mrs. Schiff and what she told me to tell him.

He stood there in his hat and overcoat until I had told it all, then he said, That chiseling dago rat, kind of half under his breath and his face began to get like it got when he was mad.

And she said you mustn't do anything crazy.

Crazy? He looked at me and kind of laughed. No, I won't do anything crazy. How about you scramming off to bed?

I said, All right, and went upstairs.

The next morning he was still in bed when I left for the gym and he had gone out before I got home. I waited supper for him until nearly seven o'clock and then ate it by myself. Susan was getting sore because it was going to be late before she got through. Maybe he stayed out all night but he looked all right when he came in Tubby's the next afternoon to watch me work out, and he was making jokes and kidding along with the fellows hanging around there just like he had nothing at all on his mind.

He waited for me to dress and we walked over home together. The only thing that was kind of funny, he asked me, How do you feel, Kid? That was kind of funny because he knew I always felt all right. I guess I never even had a cold all my life.

I said, All right.

You're working good, he said. Take it easy tomorrow. You want to be rested up for this baby from Providence. Like that chiseling dago rat said, he's plenty tough and plenty smart.

I said, I guess he is. Loney, do you think Pete really tipped Big Jake off about

Forget it, he said. Hell with 'em. He poked my arm. You got nothing to worry about but how you're going to be in there Saturday night.

I'll be all right.

Don't be too sure, he said. Maybe you'll be lucky to get a draw.

I stopped still in the street, I was so surprised. Loney never talked like that about any of my fights before. He was always saying, Don't worry about how tough this mug looks, just go in and knock him apart, or something like that.

I said, You mean?

He took hold of my arm to start me walking again. Maybe I overmatched you this time, Kid. This sailor's pretty good. He can box and he hits a lot harder than anybody you been up against so far.

Oh, I'll be all right, I said.

Maybe, he said, scowling straight ahead. Listen, what do you think about what Pete said about you needing more boxing?

I don't know. I don't ever pay any attention much to what anybody says but you.

Well, what do you think about it now? he asked. Sure, I'd like to learn to box better, I guess. He grinned at me without moving his lips much. You're liable to get some fine lessons from this Sailor whether you want 'em or not. But no kidding, suppose I told you to box him instead of tearing in, would you do it? I mean for the experience, even if you didn't make much of a showing

that way.

I said, Don't I always fight the way you tell me?

Sure you do. But suppose it meant maybe losing this once but learning something?

I want to win, of course, I said, but I'll do anything you tell me. Do you want me to fight him that way?

I don't know, he said. We'll see. Friday and Saturday I just loafed around. Friday I tried to find somebody to go out and shoot pheasants with but all I could find was Bob Kirby and I was tired of listening to him make the same jokes over and over, so I changed my mind and stayed home.

Loney came home for supper and I asked him what the odds were on our fight.

He said, Even money. You got a lot of friends.

Are we betting? I asked.

Not yet. Maybe if the price gets better. I don't know. I wished he had not been so afraid I was going to lose but I thought it might sound kind of conceited if I said anything about it, so I just went on eating.

We had a swell house that Saturday night. The armory was packed and we got a pretty good hand when we went in the ring. I felt fine and I guess Dick Cohen, who was going to be in my corner with Loney, felt fine too, because he looked like he was trying to keep from grinning. Only Loney looked kind of worried, not enough that you would notice it unless you knew him as well as I did, but I could notice it.

I'm all right, I told him. A lot of fighters say they feel uncomfortable waiting for their fight to start but I always feel fine.

Loney said, Sure you are, and slapped me on my back. Listen, Kid, he said, and cleared his throat. He put his mouth over close to my ear so nobody else would hear him. Listen, Kid, maybemaybe you better box him like we said. O. K.?

I said, O.K.

And don't let those mugs out front yell you into anything. You're doing the fighting up there. I said, O. K.

The first couple of rounds were kind of fun in a way because this was new stuff to me, this moving around him on my toes and going in and out with my hands high. Of course I had done some of that with fellows in the gym but not in the ring before and not with anybody that was as good at it as he was. He was pretty good and had it all over me both of those rounds but nobody hurt anybody else.

But in the first minute of the third he got to my jaw with a honey of a right cross and then whammed me in the body twice fast with his left. Pete and Loney had not been kidding when they said he could hit. I forgot about boxing and went in pumping with both hands, driving him all the way across the ring before he tied me up in a clinch. Everybody yelled so I guess it looked pretty good but I only really hit him once; he took the rest of them on his arms. He was the smartest fighter I had ever been up against.

By the time Pop Agnew broke us I remembered I was supposed to be boxing so I went back to that, but Perel-man was going faster and I spent most of the rest of the round trying to keep his left out of my face.

Hurt you? Loney asked when I was back in my corner.

Not yet, I said, but he can hit.

In the fourth I stopped another right cross with my eye and a lot of lefts with other parts of my face and the fifth round was still tougher. For one thing, the eye he had hit me in was almost shut by that time and for another thing I guess he had me pretty well figured out. He went around and around me, not letting me get set.

How do you feel? Loney asked when he and Dick were working on me after that round. His voice was funny, like he had a cold.

I said, All right. It was hard to talk much because my lips were puffed out.

Cover up more, Loney said.

I shook my head up and down to say I would.

And don't pay any attention to those mugs out front.

I had been too busy with Sailor Perelman to pay much attention to anybody else but when we came out for the sixth round I could hear people hollering things like, Go in and fight him, Kid, and, Come on, Kid, go to work on this guy, and, What are you waiting for, Kid? so I guessed they had been hollering like that all along. Maybe that had something to do with it or maybe I just wanted to show Loney that I was still all right so he would not worry about me. Anyway, along toward the last part of the round, when Perelman jarred me with another one of those right crosses that I was having so much trouble with, I got down low and went in after him. He hit me some but not enough to keep me away and, even if he did take care of most of my punches, I got in a couple of good ones and I could tell that he felt them. And when he tied me up in a clinch I knew he could do it because he was smarter than me and not because he was stronger.

What's the matter with you? he growled in my ear. Are you gone nuts? I never liked to talk in the ring so I just grinned to myself without saying anything and kept trying to get a hand loose.

Loney scowled at me when I sat down after that round. What's the matter with you? he said. Didn't I tell you to box him? He was awful pale and his voice was hoarse.

I said, All right, I will.

Dick Cohen began to curse over on the side I could not see out of. He did not seem to be cursing anybody or anything, just cursing in a low voice until Loney told him to shut up.

I wanted to ask Loney what I ought to do about that right cross but, with my mouth the way it was, talking was a lot of work and, besides, my nose was stopped up and I had to use my mouth for breathing, so I kept quiet. Loney and Dick worked harder on me than they had between any of the other rounds. When Loney crawled out of the ring just before the gong he slapped me on the shoulder and said in a sharp voice, Now box.

I went out and boxed. Perelman must have got to my face thirty times that round; anyway it felt like he did, but I kept on trying to box him. It seemed like a long round.

I went back to my corner not feeling exactly sick but like I might be going to get sick, and that was funny because I could not remember being hit in the stomach to amount to anything. Mostly Perelman had been working on my head. Loney looked a lot sicker than I felt. He looked so sick I tried not to look at him and I felt kind of| ashamed of making a bum out of him by letting this Perel-man make a monkey out of me like he was doing.

Can you last it out? Loney asked.

When I tried to answer him I found that I could not! move my lower lip because the inside of it was stuck on a broken tooth. I put a thumb up to it and Loney pushed my glove away and pulled the lip loose from the tooth.

Then I said, Sure. I'll get the hang of it pretty soon.

Loney made a queer gurgling kind of noise down in his throat and all of a sudden put his face up close in front of mine so that I had to stop looking at the floor and look! at him. His eyes were like you think a hophead's are. Listen, Kid, he says, his voice sounding cruel and hard, almost like he hated me. To hell with this stuff. Go in and get that mug. What the hell are you boxing for? You're a fighter. Get in there and fight.

I started to say something and then stopped, and I had a goofy idea that I would like to kiss him or something and then he was climbing through the ropes and the gong rang.

I did like Loney said and I guess I took that round by a pretty good edge. It was swell, fighting my own way again, going in banging away with both hands, not swinging or anything silly like that, just shooting them in short and hard, leaning from side to side to get everything from the ankles up into them. He hit me of course but I figured he was not likely to be able to hit me any harder than he had in the other rounds and I had stood up under that, so

I was not worrying about it now. Just before the gong rang I threw him out of a clinch and when it rang I had him covering up in a corner.

It was swell back in my corner. Everybody was yelling all around except Loney and Dick and neither of them said a single word to me. They hardly looked at me, just . at the parts they were working on and they were rougher with me than they ever were before. You would have thought I was a machine they were fixing up. Loney was not looking sick 'any more. I could tell he was excited because his face was set hard and still. I like to remember him that way, he was awful good-looking. Dick was whistling between his teeth very low while he doused my head with a sponge.

I got Perelman sooner than I expected, in the ninth. The first part of the round was his because he came out moving fast and left-handing me and making me look pretty silly, I guess, but he could not keep it up and I got in under one of his lefts and cracked him on the chin with a left hook, the first time I had been able to lay one on his head the way I wanted to. I knew it was a good one even before his head went back and I threw six punches at him as fast as I could get them outleft, right, left, right, left, right. He took care of four of them but I got him on the chin again with a right and just above his trunks with another, and when his knees bent, a little and he tried to clinch I pushed him away and smacked him on the cheek bone with everything I had.

Then Dick Cohen was putting my bathrobe over my shoulders and hugging me and sniffling and cursing and laughing all at the same time, and across the ring they were propping Perelman up on his stool.

Where's Loney? I asked.

Dick looked around. I don't know. He was here. Boy, was that a mill!

Loney caught up to us just as we were going in the dressing-room. I had to see a fellow, he said. His eyes were bright like he was laughing at something, but he was white as a ghost and he held his lips tight against his teeth even when he grinned kind of lopsided at me and said, It's going to be a long time before anybody beats you, Kid.

I said I hoped it was. I was awful tired now that it was all over. Usually I get awful hungry after a fight but this time I was just awful tired.

Loney went across to where he had hung his coat and put it on over his sweater, and when he put it on the tail of it caught and I saw he had a gun in his hip pocket. That was funny because I never knew him to carry a gun before and if he had had it in the ring everybody would have been sure to see it when he bent over working on me. I could not ask him about it because there were a lot of people in there talking and arguing.

Pretty soon Perelman came in with his manager and two other men who were strangers to me, so I guessed they had come down from Providence with him too. He was looking straight ahead but the others looked kind of hard at Loney and me and went up to the other end of the room without saying anything. We all dressed in one long room there.

Loney said to Dick, who was helping me, Take your time. I don't want the Kid to go out till he's cooled off.

Perelman got dressed pretty quick and went out still looking straight ahead. His manager and the two men with him stopped in front of us. The manager was a big man with green eyes like a fish and a dark kind of flat face. He had an accent too, maybe he was a Polack. He said, Smart boys, huh?

Loney was standing up with one hand behind him. Dick Cohen put his hands on the back of a chair and kind of leaned over it. Loney said, I'm smart. The Kid fights the way I tell him to fight.

The manager looked at me and looked at Dick and looked at Loney again and said, M-m-m, so that's the way it is. He thought a minute and said, That's something to know. Then he pulled his hat down tighter on his head and turned around and went out with the other two men following.

I asked Loney, What's the matter?

He laughed but not like it was anything funny. Bad losers.

But you've got a gun in

He cut me off. Uh-huh, a fellow asked me to hold it for him. I got to go give it back to him now. You and Dick go on home and I'll see you there in a little while. But don't hurry, because I want you to cool off before you go out. You two take the car, you know where we parked it. Come here, Dick.

He took Dick over in a corner and whispered to him. Dick kept nodding his head up and down and looking more and more scared, even if he did try to hide it when he turned around to me. Loney said, Be seeing you, and went out.

What's the matter? I asked Dick.

He shook his head and said, It's nothing to worry about, and that was every word I could get out of him.

Five minutes later Bob Kirby's brother Pudge ran in and yelled, Jees, they shot Loney!

I shot Loney. If I was not so dumb he would still be alive anyway you figure it. For a long time I blamed it on Mrs. Schiff, but I guess that was just to keep from admitting that it was my own fault. I mean I never thought she actually did the shooting, like the people who said that when he missed the train that they were supposed to go away on together she came back and waited outside the armory and when he came out he told her he had changed his mind and she shot him. I mean I blamed her for lying to him, because it came out that nobody had tipped Big Jake off about her and Loney. Loney had put the idea in her head, telling her about what Pete had said, and she had made up the lie so Loney would go away with her. But if I was not so dumb Loney would have caught that train.

Then a lot of people said Big Jake killed Loney. They said that was why the police never got very far, on account of Big Jake's pull down at the City Hall. It was a fact that he had come home earlier than Mrs. Schiff had expected and she had left a note for him saying that she was running away with Loney, and he could have made it down to the street near the armory where Loney was shot in time to do it, but he could not have got to the railroad station in time to catch their train, and if I was not so dumb Loney would have caught that train.

And the same way if that Sailor Perelman crowd did it, which is what most people including the police thought even if they did have to let them go because they could not find enough evidence against them. If I was not so dumb Loney could have said to me right out, Listen, Kid, I've got to go away and I've got to have all the money I can scrape up and the best way to do it is to make a deal with Perelman for you to go in the tank and then bet all we got against you. Why, I would have thrown a million fights for Loney, but how could he know he could trust me, with me this dumb?

Or I could have guessed what he wanted and I could have gone down when Perelman copped me with that uppercut in the fifth. That would have been easy. Or if I was not so dumb I would have learned to box better and, even losing to Perelman like I would have anyway, I could have kept him from chopping me to pieces so bad that Loney could not stand it any more and had to throw away everything by telling me to stop boxing and go in and fight.

Or even if everything had happened like it did up to then he could still have ducked out at the last minute if I was not so dumb that he had to stick around to look out for me by telling those Providence guys that I had nothing to do with double-crossing them.

I wish I was dead instead of Loney.


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