There was silence
for another moment as the crowd looked at one another. Finally, Nuf Ced spit
and spoke up: "No, indeed, not me." And then the others cried out,
"Not these eyes!" "No, no, no." "I didn't see
"All right, Fox, I'll fight your boy."
bare-knuckle. One last time."
Casey started to
walk away. "Get me my money, Fox," he called out, and the onlookers
stepped aside for him, standing back in awe, afraid even to whisper in the
presence of, let alone get in the way of, the man who beat John L.
Suddenly, Fox ran
after Casey and caught him near home plate. He took his diamond-studded gold
horseshoe off and pinned it on Casey's shirt. "Thanks" was all Fox
Casey took the
pin off. "You never worked a circus, did you, Fox?" he asked.
Casey put the pin
back on his shirt, but he fixed it with the open end of the horseshoe up.
"You never hang a horseshoe down," said Casey. "Anybody on a circus
knows that. Hang it down, all the good luck will run out."
Fox nodded and