 sheer delight to watch Pierce carrying that satchel. You ever watched a man that you know is guilty trying to act innocent? Of course, this is the first time Pierce has ever tried to act like that. Down through the gardens where the ring was set up, there were perhaps three dozens of us, maybe 50 altogether, counting the trainers, the seconds, the referee, and all of them, of course, in on my little scheme, except just one, Mr. Stan Pierce. Fortunately, they weren't all on my payroll. They were friends, gamblers, confidence men, they're girls anxious to do me a favor and anxious, too, to watch the fun.