It's lucky--" He got no further.

Twice, during his short speech, he had had to twist, with amazing speed, out of the way of profanity-accompanied rushes.

Now, pressed too close for comfort, he halted, ducked a violent left swing, and ran from under the flailing right arm of his assailant.
Then, darting back for fully twenty-five feet, he cried out, gayly: "I won't buy him from you.

But I'll fight you for him, if you like." As he spoke, he drew from his pocket a battered and old-fashioned gold watch.

Laying it on the sand, he went on: "How does this strike you as a sporting offer?
Winner to take both dog and watch?
How about it ?" The other had halted in an incipient charge to take note of the odd proposition.