Did you hear me call the limit?
Will you get up and be facing me ?" As Wessner struggled to his feet, he resembled a battlefield, for his clothing was in ribbons and his face and hands streaming blood.
"I--I guess I got enough," he mumbled.
"Oh, you do ?" roared Freckles.

"Well this ain't your say.

You come on to me ground, lying about me Boss and intimatin' I'd stale from his very pockets.

Now will you be standing up and taking your medicine like a man, or getting it poured down the throat of you like a baby?
I ain't got enough! This is only just the beginning with me.

Be looking out there!" He sprang against Wessner and sent him rolling.