"What he means," said Burford, "is that this time you're going to take the cure, whether you want to or not."
Shoemaker got up and put his chair very carefully out of the way.
"Let's see you make me," he said.
It had to look good, so when Burford grabbed for him he stepped back and swung a hearty right into the middle of Burford's face.
Burford staggered, but kept on coming. He clipped Shoemaker's jaw glancingly, swung again and missed, then gave him a beauty in the eye.
Shoemaker aimed for the midriff and got it. "Uff!" said Burford. Then Hale tackled him from behind and the three of them were all over him.
Every time he tore loose they brought him down again.