I throwed him, and he hit the ground with considerable of a jar, and then I put my knee in the pit of his stomach and churned it a couple.
And I thinks to myself what a fool I must of been fur better'n a year, because I might of done this any time.

I got him by the ears and I slammed his head into the gravel a few times, him a-reaching fur my throat, and a-pounding me with his fists, but me a-taking the licks and keeping holt.

And I had a mighty contented time fur a few minutes there on top of Hank, chuckling to myself, and batting him one every now and then fur luck, and trying to make him holler it's enough.

But Hank is stubborn and he won't holler.

And purty soon I thinks, what am I going to do?
Fur Hank will be so mad when I let him up he'll jest natcherally kill me, without I kill him.