Me, I was all in. I had to get him now or never, so I walked in and swang on him. I threw it from the hips and it caught him in the mouth and pulverized his lips. My next one split his ear and then I threw one to his belly. He pawed at me, but I had it to do now or never, and I brushed it aside and hit him with an uppercut in the belly. His knees buckled and I went in on him, got my forearm under his chin and forced his head back, and then I swung on his belly. Somebody grabbed me from behind and then Berglund yelled, "Lay off, Hammer! Back up now, or I'll drop you!" He was up there on the porch with my old Dance & Park in his fist and they taken him serious. Well, I stepped back and let Curly fall into the dust, and he just lay there, his shirt all tore up and his face bloody, as much as I could see of it. I staggered some, and almost fell into the water trough, but splashed water on my face and chest. When I turned around nobody in that crowd looked friendly. I could see by their faces looking like Curly that two or three of them were Dunns.
