“Yes, I got a telegram, telling me you’d quit. Well, there was another fellow who also quit.” He shoved over the morning paper. One of the stories on the second page was marked. It told of a former Grand Bogey of the Tribe who had committed suicide after receiving threatening letters. As Robert read, he could hear Freeman breathing and felt that he was pulling himself together. He looked up.
“Well—”
“You damned coward, quitting now because you’re afraid of a few coons!”
“What!” Robert bit his lips and felt the muscles of his arms and legs suddenly tighten.
“You heard me! You didn’t resign before. You waited until this nigger trouble began and then you quit. I said you were a damned coward!”
Robert took a step forward. Freeman’s huge fists were clenched. He knew that he was white and trembling.
“You take that back!”
Freeman took a single step to one side, so that the desk no longer stood between them. His lips were frozen in a sneer. The corners of his eye-lids were drawn down. He looked straight, unflinchingly into Robert’s eyes.
Robert felt the blood pounding in his temples and rushing from his heart through his limbs, and with a sudden movement, that was almost a leap, he drove his right fist with all his strength at Freeman’s chin. The latter skilfully threw his left forearm across his face and slightly ducked, slightly tilted his head to one side. Robert’s fist struck his opponent’s forearm and the top of his skull, and a sharp pain shivered through his wrist.
“Ah.” Freeman’s teeth were bared. He was terribly cool. He collected himself and sprang forward. Robert was thinking of his chest. The blow caught him high on the side of the head and sent him backward into the door, which crashed shut. Robert covered. His right hand was useless. His chest! His face and solar plexus had to be protected. It was impossible to protect all of them and still fight. He decided to wait, head down, forearms forming a shield. He saw an opening and jabbed suddenly with his left. Freeman’s head snapped back and a stream of blood issued from the corner of his mouth. Robert fiercely lashed out again at the same spot and Freeman fell blindly into a clinch. His weight was forcing Robert slowly backward toward the door. He tried to free himself. Freeman held on desperately and tried to backheel him.