jim's eyes followed them and then looked forward again turning his collar up against the suup truck seemed far. far away. but jim had decome good at waiting. hours later. familiar sounds greeted jim's ears.jimp ropes hitting the wooden floors, leather gloves hitting punching bags.this was sthe gym that jim had strained in for years. it was sthe place where he had first met loe gould. even now, part of him waneed to het into the ring and fight. as he entered the gym,the usual smell of leather and swseat hit him . he looked at aoo the s boxers training hard. jimmy said a friendly voice. hav e you come to train it waS JOE JEWNNETTE THE OWNER OF THE GYM. THE OLD FIGHTER HAD NEVER SDB EEN A CHAMPION BUT HE HAD AOLWAYS BEEN A HERO TO JIM. A GREAT boxer with quick hands and a knockout punch, jeannette had been one of the best heavyweithts in the country. but the was a bolak man, and few white boxers agreed to fight him. jeannette never had the chance to fight for tghe title. but jeannette couldn't stay away from the fight game. he had becoreferee, and he had opened dsthis gym. he was never ott busy to give advice to a young boxer. jim tried to rtetu