His henchmen ran forward to obey. An unexpected intervention stopped them. A one-armed little man who had drifted down the street in time to see part of the fracas pushed forward.
“I reckon not just yet. Goliath's had a turn. Now David gets his.”
“Lemme up,” sobbed Goliath furiously.
“Say you're whopped.” Jeff's fist emphasized the suggestion.
“Doggone you!”
This kind of one-sided warfare did not suit Jeff. He made as if to get up, but his backer stopped him.
“Hold on, son. You're not through yet. When you do a job do it thorough.” To the former champion he spoke. “Had plenty yet?”
“I—I'll have him skinned,” came from the tearful champion with a burst of profanity.
“That ain't the point. Have you had enough so you'll be good? Or do you need some more?”
“I'm goin' to tell Webber.”