He steps inside the shop and he takes down a strap and he says: "You come here and take off your shirt." But I jest moves away.

Hank, he runs in on me, and he swings his strap.
I throwed up my arm, and it cut me acrost the knuckles.

I run in on him, and he dropped the strap and fetched me an openhanded smack plumb on the mouth that jarred my head back and like to of busted it loose.

Then I got right mad, and I run in on him agin, and this time I got to him, and wrastled with him.
Well, sir, I never was so surprised in all my life before.

Fur I hadn't had holt on him more'n a minute before I seen I'm stronger than Hank is.