There was a price on his head an' he'd made up his mind to fight.

Jack grabbed him.

He were stout as a lion an' tore 'way from the boy an' started to pullin' a long knife out o' his boot leg.

Jack didn't give him time.
They had it hammer an' tongs.

Red Snout were a reg'lar fightin' man.
He jest stuck that 'ere stump in the ground an' braced ag'in' it an' kep' a-slashin' an' jabbin' with his club cane an' yellin' an' cussin' like a fiend o' hell.