You seen her at that Slavonic picnic last summer at Shellmound--that tall, nice-lookin' blonde that was with Butch Willows ?" "Yes, I remember her," Saxon sald.

"What about her ?" "Well, she'd been runnin' with Butch Willows pretty steady, an' just because she could dance, Billy dances a lot with her.

Butch ain't afraid of nothin'.

He wades right in for a showdown, an' nails Billy outside, before everybody, an' reads the riot act.

An' Billy listens in that slow, sleepy way of his, an' Butch gets hotter an' hotter, an' everybody expects a scrap.
"An' then Billy says to Butch, 'Are you done ?' 'Yes,' Butch says; 'I've said my say, an' what are you goin' to do about it ?' An' Billy says--an' what d'ye think he said, with everybody lookin' on an' Butch with blood in his eye?
Well, he said, 'I guess nothin', Butch.' Just like that.
Butch was that surprised you could knocked him over with a feather.