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spoken to Rivera at the training quarters. But Rivera looked hatred at him and waited for Danny to rise. Back in his comer in the minute interval, Kelly, the promoter, came and talked to Rivera.
"Throw it, damn you," he rasped in a harsh low voice. "You gotta lay down, Rivera. Stick with me and I'll make your future. I'll let you lick Danny next time. But here's where you lay down."
Rivera showed with his eyes that he heard, but he made neither sign of assent nor dissent.
"Why don't you speak?" Kelly demanded angrily.
"You lose, anyway," Spider Hagerty supplemented. "The referee'll take it away from you. Listen to Kelly, and lay down."
"Lay down, kid," Kelly pleaded, "and I'll help you to the championship."
Rivera did not answer.
"I will, so help me, kid."
At the strike of the gong Rivera sensed something impending. The house did not. Whatever it was it was there inside the ring with him and very close. Danny's earlier surety seemed returned to him. The confidence of his advance
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