Jack watched the rest of that fight, an' for a youngster it must have been nerve-rackin'.

I broke the rustler's arm, an' then his knee, an' then I got him in the hip two more times before he hobbled out to his finish.

He'd shot me up considerable, so that when I braced Jack I must have been a hair-raisin' sight.

I made Jack believe I meant to murder him.

He begged an' cried, an' he got to prayin' for his life for your sake.