He'd turn loose like a buckin' bronco.

If I couldn't drop him at the start, all I'd do is to keep away, smother up, an' wait.

An' all of a sudden he'd blow up--go all to pieces, you know, wind, heart, everything, and then I'd have him where I wanted him.

And the point is he knows it, too." "You're the first prizefighter I ever knew," Saxon said, after a pause.
"I'm not any more," he disclaimed hastily.

"That's one thing the fightin' game taught me--to leave it alone.