McTeague rose on the instant with a great laugh of exultation.
“You're down!” he exclaimed.
Marcus leaped to his feet.
“Down nothing,” he vociferated, with clenched fists. “Down nothing, by damn! You got to throw me so's my shoulders touch.”
McTeague was stalking about, swelling with pride.
“Hoh, you're down. I threw you. Didn't I throw him, Trina? Hoh, you can't rastle ME.”
Marcus capered with rage.
“You didn't! you didn't! you didn't! and you can't! You got to give me another try.”
The other men came crowding up. Everybody was talking at once.
“He's right.”