You never were any good.

You're no good now.

You never will be anything but Buster Jack--half dotty, selfish as hell, bull-headed and mean!...

And that's the last word I'll ever waste on you." "I'll kill you!" bawled Belllounds, black with fury.
Moore wielded the crutch menacingly, but as he was not steady on his feet he was at the disadvantage his adversary had calculated upon.
Belllounds ran around the cowboy, and suddenly plunged in to grapple with him.

The crutch descended, but to little purpose.