You was both using the whole room, I know.

Near as I could make out, you--or maybe it was Rock--tromped on Big Jim's bunion.

This cold spell's hard on bunions--and Big Jim went after you both with blood in his eye.
"After that"-- Sandy spread his arms largely--"it was go-as-you-please.
Sam and me was the only ones that kept out, near as I can recollect, and when it thinned up a bit, you had Aleck down and was pounding the liver outa him, and Big Jim was whanging away at you, and Rock was clawin' Jim in the back of the neck, and you was all kickin' like bay steers in brandin' time.

I reached in under the pile and dragged you out by one leg and left the rest of 'em fighting.

They never seemed to miss you none." He grinned.