Fight! knives! jails!...
Ah, yes, I was still in jail ... and Bud and the burly cotton thief were at it....
I staggered to my feet.
"Wait a minute, Bud ... I'm coming." I gave a run toward a barrel, sent it a violent kick, a succession of kicks....
"Wait a minute! I'm coming!"
"So am I!" grinned Black Jim belligerently, thinking I meant him and advancing slowly and surely.
The barrel burst asunder, the beer sumped and gurgled about my ankles as I stooped and picked up a stave.
"The damn fool's ruined a whole keg."
I was going to lick everybody in the jail, if I must.
"Put that stave down Gregory! put it down, for Christ's sake!"