"But you knew--or you'd never hit me--you coward." "I'll make you swallow that," snarled Belllounds, and this time he swung his fist, aiming a heavy blow at Moore.
Then the cowboy whirled aloft the heavy crutch.

"If you hit at me again I'll let out what little brains you've got.

God knows that's little enough!...

Belllounds, I'm going to call you to your face--before this girl your bat-eyed old man means to give you.

You're not drunk.