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SHOWMAN
"Yep."
"Good mawnin', gennelmen," said the governor, and we were ushered out. Well, you'd have thought the plague had broken out in Hot Springs. I never saw a crowd kick up so much dust to get out of town as both camps of fighters and their followers. We even took the precaution of going to the railroad station through side streets.
That ruined the fight. We declared the agreement off ourselves, considerably to the relief of both fighters, and went back to the theater hoping that the public would give us credit for having made a good try to give them a run for their money and failed through no fault of our own. But this Arkansas mess had got a lot of publicity and that had served only to sharpen the public appetite for the fight. By hook or crook we had to come through or Corbett's highly valuable prestige, which was coining us money in the theater, would suffer. Once again we started the weary, worrisome business of angling for a location. It wasn't till after eight months of finagling that Stuart managed to persuade a good-natured German who was governor of Nevada that he ought to invite us officially to come and have it out at Carson City.
I didn't like the layout worth a cent, but, with the sporting world yowling its head off, there was nothing to do but agree. Any way you looked at it, it was bad medicine. We'd had Corbett in fine shape and right up to fighting edge. Now he'd slacked off again with
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