Jim shook his head, not believing it. A few men crowded round
to hear what he had to say. They seemed surprised that he had
come to work today.
"It was one night only," explained Jim. "My share was a
hundred and twenty five dollars. We had bills of one hundred
and twenty to pay. That left me with five dollars."
Jake laughed. "That makes you a rich man." Then he said
seriously, "Good fight."
Jim could see that these men around him, with their old clothes
and tired faces, had found hope watching him fight. He had
fought something real, something he could see—they all wished
for that chance.
He joined his partner, Mike. Words weren't necessary. The two
picked up their hooks and began to work, moving the heavy sacks.
"Why didn't you tell me you were going to win again?" said
Mike. "I didn't put any money on you."
Mike smiled, but it wasn't the smile Jim remembered. It was
tired. Less happy.
"Come on," Mike said. "Talk me through that last round."
Jim started describing the events of the last round again. Since
the cast had come off his arm, he worked with both hands.
Without thinking, he moved the hook to his left hand and
continued working with smooth, strong movements.
Jim shook his head, not believing it. A few men crowded roundto hear what he had to say. They seemed surprised that he hadcome to work today."It was one night only," explained Jim. "My share was ahundred and twenty five dollars. We had bills of one hundredand twenty to pay. That left me with five dollars."Jake laughed. "That makes you a rich man." Then he saidseriously, "Good fight."Jim could see that these men around him, with their old clothesand tired faces, had found hope watching him fight. He hadfought something real, something he could see—they all wishedfor that chance.He joined his partner, Mike. Words weren't necessary. The twopicked up their hooks and began to work, moving the heavy sacks."Why didn't you tell me you were going to win again?" saidMike. "I didn't put any money on you."Mike smiled, but it wasn't the smile Jim remembered. It wastired. Less happy."Come on," Mike said. "Talk me through that last round."Jim started describing the events of the last round again. Sincethe cast had come off his arm, he worked with both hands.Without thinking, he moved the hook to his left hand andcontinued working with smooth, strong movements.
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