"You wanted work or fight. I'll give you all the fight you want and charge you nothing for it," and as soon as the fellow tried slowly to get up, Fred dealt him another blow that laid him out for about five minutes.
Hearing that the fight had ceased, Evelyn entered the other room to assure the girls that Fred and Terry could take care of the fellow, again came out, and looked at the scene going on outside.
"Brother," said she, "you are not going to kill him, are you?"
"No, I'm just going to let Fred manage him in his own way."
"Fred," she asked, "what are you going to do to him?"
"Go into the house, dear, and quiet those girls. I'm not going to shed any blood or take a life."
She didn't follow his injunctions to go into the house, but she kept quiet a while and watched them.
"Fred, have you killed him?" she asked presently, as she saw the man lying like a dead man on the ground.
"No; I knocked him out, though, and am waiting for him to get his breath back."
By and by the fellow began to breathe hard and groan.