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en the other gangs； and especially between the Table Hill and the Three Points； which are much of a size； warfare rages as briskly as among the republics of South America。 There has always been bad blood between the Table Hill and the Three Points； and until they wipe each other out after the manner of the Kilkenny cats； it is probable that there always will be。 Little events； trifling in themselves； have always occurred to shatter friendly relations just when there has seemed a chance of their being formed。 Thus； just as the Table Hillites were beginning to forgive the Three Points for shooting the redoubtable Paul Horgan down at Coney Island； a Three Pointer injudiciously wiped out another of the rival gang near Canal Street。 He pleaded self…defence； and in any case it was probably mere thoughtlessness； but nevertheless the Table Hillites were ruffled。
That had been a month or so back。 During that month things had been simmering down； and peace was just preparing to brood when there occurred the incident to which Pugsy had alluded； the regrettable falling out of Dude Dawson and Spider Reilly at Mr。 Maginnis's dancing saloon； Shamrock Hall； the same which Bat Jarvis had been called in to protect in the days before the Groome Street gang began to be。
Shamrock Hall； being under the eyes of the great Bat； was； of course； forbidden ground； and it was with no intention of spoiling the harmony of the evening that Mr。 Dawson had looked in。 He was there in a purely private and peaceful character。
As he sat smoking； sipping； and observing the revels； there settled at the next table Mr。 Robert （〃Nigger〃） Coston； an eminent member of the Three Points。
There being temporary peace between the two gangs； the great men exchanged a not unfriendly nod and； after a short pause； a word or two。 Mr。 Coston； alluding to an Italian who had just pirouetted past； remarked that there sure was some class to the way that wop hit it up。 Mr。 Dawson said Yup； there sure was。 You would have said that all Nature smiled。
Alas！ The next moment the sky was covered with black clouds and the storm broke。 For Mr。 Dawson； continuing in this vein of criticism； rather injudiciously gave it as his opinion that one of the lady dancers had two left feet。
For a moment Mr。 Coston did not see which lady was alluded to；
〃De goil in de pink skoit；〃 said Mr。 Dawson； facilitating the other's search by pointing with a much…chewed cigarette。 It was at this moment that Nature's smile was shut off as if by a tap。 For the lady in the pink skirt had been in receipt of Mr。 Coston's respectful devotion for the past eight days。
From this point onwards the march of events was rapid。
Mr。 Coston； rising； asked Mr。 Dawson who he thought he； Mr。 Dawson； was。
Mr。 Dawson； extinguishing his cigarette and placing it behind his ear； replied that he was the fellow who could bite his； Mr。 Coston's； head off。
Mr。 Coston said： 〃Huh？〃
Mr。 Dawson said： 〃Sure。〃
Mr。 Coston called Mr。 Dawson a pie…faced rubber…necked four…flusher。
Mr。 Dawson called Mr。 Coston a coon。
And that was where the trouble really started。
It was secretly a great grief to Mr。 Coston that his skin was of so swarthy a hue。 To be permitted to address Mr。 Coston face to face by his nickname was a sign of the closest friendship； to which only Spider Reilly； Jack Repetto； and one or two more of the gang could aspire。 Others spoke of him as Nigger； or； more briefly； Nigstrictly behind his back。 For Mr。 Coston had a wide reputation as a fighter； and his particular mode of battling was to descend on his antagonist and bite him。 Into this action he flung himself with the passionate abandonment of the artist。 When he bit he bit。 He did not nibble。
If a friend had called Mr。 Coston 〃Nig〃 he would have been running grave risks。 A stranger； and a leader of a rival gang； who addressed him as 〃coon〃 was more than asking for trouble。 He was pleading for it。
Great men seldom waste time。 Mr。 Coston； leaning towards Mr。 Dawson； promptly bit him on the cheek。 Mr。 Dawson bounded from his seat。 Such was the excitement of the moment that； instead of drawing his 〃canister；〃 he forgot that he had one on his person； and； seizing a mug which had held beer； bounced it vigorously on Mr。 Coston's skull； which； being of solid wood； merely gave out a resonant note and remained unbroken。
So far the honours were paratively even； with perhaps a slight balance in favour of Mr。 Coston。 But now occurred an incident which turned the scale； and made war between the gangs inevitable。 In the far corner of the room； surrounded by a crowd of admiring friends； sat Spider Reilly； monarch of the Three Points。 He had noticed that there was a slight disturbance at the other side of the hall； but had given it little attention till； the dancing ceasing suddenly and the floor emptying itself of its crowd； he had a plain view of Mr。 Dawson and Mr。 Coston squaring up at each other for the second round。 We must assume that Mr。 Reilly was not thinking what he did； for his action was contrary to all rules of gang…etiquette。 In the street it would have been perfectly legitimate； even praiseworthy； but in a dance…hall belonging to a neutral power it was unpardonable。
What he did was to produce his 〃canister〃 and pick off the unsuspecting Mr。 Dawson just as that exquisite was preparing to get in some more good work with the beer…mug。 The leader of the Table Hillites fell with a crash； shot through the leg； and Spider Reilly； together with Mr。 Coston and others of the Three Points； sped through the doorway for safety； fearing the wrath of Bat Jarvis； who； it was known； would countenance no such episodes at the dance…hall which he had undertaken to protect。
Mr。 Dawson； meanwhile； was attended to and helped home。 Willing informants gave him the name of his aggressor； and before morning the Table Hill camp was in ferment。 Shooting broke out in three places； though there were no casualties。 When the day dawned there existed between the two gangs a state of war more bitter than any in their record； for this time it was no question of obscure nonentities。 Chieftain had assaulted chieftain； royal blood had been spilt。
〃rade Windsor；〃 said Psmith； when Master Maloney had spoken his last word； 〃we must take careful note of this little matter。 I rather fancy that sooner or later we may be able to turn it to our profit。 I am sorry for Dude Dawson； anyhow。 Though I have never met him； I have a sort of instinctive respect for him。 A man such as he would feel a bullet through his trouser…leg more than one of mon clay who cared little how his clothes looked。〃
CHAPTER XIX
IN PLEASANT STREET
CAREFUL inquiries； conducted incognito by Master Maloney among the denizens of Pleasant Street； brought the information that rents in the tenements were collected not weekly but monthly； a fact which must undoubtedly cause a troublesome hitch in the campaign。 Rent…day； announced Pugsy； fell on the last day of the month。
〃I rubbered around；〃 he said； 〃and did de sleut' act； and I finds t'ings out。 Dere's a feller es round 'bout supper time dat day； an' den it's up to de fam'lies what lives in de tenements to dig down into deir jeans fer de stuff； or out dey goes dat same night。〃
〃Evidently a hustler； our nameless friend；〃 said Psmith。
〃I got dat from a kid what knows anuder kid what lives dere；〃 explained Master Maloney。 〃Say；〃 he proceeded confidentially； 〃dat kid's in bad； sure he is。 Dat second kid； de one what lives dere。 He's a wop kid； an〃
〃A what； rade Maloney？〃
〃A wop。 A Dago。 Why； don't you get next？ Why； an Italian。 Sure； dat's right。 Well； dis kid； he is sure to de bad； 'cos his father e over from Italy to work on de Subway。〃
〃I don't see why that puts him in bad；〃 said Billy Windsor wonderingly。
〃Nor I；〃 agreed Psmith。 〃Your narratives； rade Maloney； always seem to me to suffer from a certain lack of construction。 You start at the end； and then you go back to any portion of the story which happens to appeal to you at the moment； eventually winding up at the beginning。 Why should the fact that this stripling's father has e over from Italy to work on the Subway be a misfortune？〃
〃Why； sure； because he got fired an' went an' swatted de foreman one on de coco； an' de magistrate gives him t'oity days。〃
〃And then； rade Maloney？ This thing is beginning to get clearer。 You are like Sherlock Holmes。 After you've explained a thing from start to finishor； as you prefer to do； from finish to startit bees quite simple。〃
〃Why； den dis kid's in bad for fair； 'cos der ain't nobody to pungle de bones。〃
〃Pungle de what； rade Maloney？〃
〃De bones。 De stuff。 Dat's right。 De dollars。 He's all alone； dis kid； so when de rent…guy blows in； who's to slip him over de simoleons？ It'll be outside for his； quick。〃
Billy warmed up at this tale of distress in his usual way。 〃Somebody ought to do something。 It's a vile shame the kid being turned out like that。〃
〃We will see to it； rade Windsor。 Cosy Moments shall step in。 We will bine business with pleasure； paying the stripling's rent and corralling the rent…collector at the same time。 What is today？ How long before the end of the month？ Another week！ A murrain on it； rade Windso
