"But why the devil didn't you get down and thump the daylights out of that black son-of-a-gun?
I came pretty near walking into him myself, only I hate to butt into another fellow's scrap.

But, if I'd known you were going to set there and let him walk off with that sneer on his face--" "I can't fight a man that won't hit back," Weary protested.

"You couldn't either, Cadwalloper.

You'd have done just what I did; you'd have let him go." "He will hit back, all right enough," Pink retorted passionately.

"He'll do it when you ain't looking, though.