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warned. "No taking chances with a dub that's likely to sneak a lucky one across."
"Oh, I '11 be careful all right, all right," Danny smiled. "I'll get'm at the start an' nurse'm along for the dear public's sake. What d'ye say to fifteen rounds, Kelly—An' then the hay for him?"
"That'll do," was the answer. "As long as you make it realistic."
"Then let 's get down to biz." Danny paused and calculated. "Of course, sixty-five per cent, of gate receipts, same as with Carthey. But the split '11 be different. Eighty will just about suit me." And to his manager, "That right?"
The manager nodded.
"Here, you, did you get that?" Kelly asked Rivera.
Rivera shook his head.
"Well, it 's this way," Kelly exposited. "The purse '11 be sixty-five per cent, of the gate receipts. You're a dub, and an unknown, you and Danny split, twenty per cent, goin' to you, an' eighty to Danny. That's fair, isn't it, Roberts?"
"Very fair, Rivera," Roberts agreed. "You
see, you ain't got a reputation yet."
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