The tarnation thing is barred up with sheet
iron, an' I couldn't see much, nor hear a blame word, but I caught on
that there was liable ter be a row a fore it was over with. Through
that peep-hole I got sight o' you, Lacy, an' that fat feller--what's
his name?"
"Enright, a New York lawyer."
"That's it; well I could make out the three of yer, but I never got
sight of the other buck--his name was Beaton, wasn't it?--till he came
out from behind the curtain and gripped yer. It was a put-up job all
right, an' maybe I ought to have hustled round to the door an' took a
hand. But I don't aim to mix up in no scrimmage as long as both sides
has got a fair show. Course thar was three ag'in' one, but arter you
kicked the wind out o' the lawyer, the odds wasn't so bad, an' I sorter
hated to lose out seeing how the scrap came out. Holy smoke! but you
sure put up some dandy fight, Jim. I ain't seen nuthin' better since I
struck this yere camp. You had them two guys licked to a frazzle, when
that Enright come back to life agin, an' crawled out on the floor an'
picked up your gun.
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