The bully knew that I wanted to be a man, and his shot stung me.

My friends looked at me as if to ask: "Are you going to take that ?" And so the fight was arranged, although I had no skill at boxing, and was too short-legged, like most Welshmen, for a fast foot race.

Babe had me up against a real problem.
"Come on over the line," he said.
Sharon was near the Ohio border and it was customary to go across the state line to fight, so that on returning the local peace officers would have no jurisdiction.

We started for the battle ground.

Babe had never been whipped; he always chose younger opponents.