“Will they fight this way?” she asked.
“Them two boys will fight a bee-gum o' sucklin' wildcats—tooth and toe-nail.”
“They aren't going to fight that way,” protested Miss Holden. “They will fight by the Marquis of—er—Somebody's rules.” She explained the best she could the intervals of action and of rest, and her hearers were vastly interested.
“They can't kick?” asked Pleasant.
“No.”
“Ner bite?”
“No!”
“Ner gouge?”
“What do you mean by 'gouge'?” Pleasant pantomimed with a thumbnail crooked on the outer edge of each eye-socket.
“No!” was the horrified cry.