“Jest a square, stand-up and knockdown fight?”
“Yes,” she said reluctantly but bravely.
“Lum will be timekeeper and referee to make them break away when they clinch.” When she explained that Pleasant scratched his head.
“They can't even wrassle?” Miss Holden understood and did not correct.
“They can't even wrassle. And you and I will be the seconds.”
“Seconds—whut do we do?”
“Oh, we—we fan them and—and wash off the blood,” she shivered a little in spite of herself. Pleasant smiled broadly.
“Which one you goin' to wash off?”
“I—I don't know.” Pleasant grinned.
“Well, we better toss up fer it an' atter they git hyeh.” She did not understand his emphasis.