Through that peep-hole I got sight o' you, Lacy, an' that fat feller--what's his name ?" "Enright, a New York lawyer." "That's it; well I could make out the three of yer, but I never got sight of the other buck--his name was Beaton, wasn't it ?--till he came out from behind the curtain and gripped yer.

It was a put-up job all right, an' maybe I ought to have hustled round to the door an' took a hand.

But I don't aim to mix up in no scrimmage as long as both sides has got a fair show.

Course thar was three ag'in' one, but arter you kicked the wind out o' the lawyer, the odds wasn't so bad, an' I sorter hated to lose out seeing how the scrap came out.

Holy smoke! but you sure put up some dandy fight, Jim.