I never had
so fine a fight as that! What with mother being there to see, and not
having been let to mix up in no fights since I become a prize-winner,
it just naturally did me good, and it wasn't three shakes before I
had 'em yelping. Quick as a wink, mother, she jumps in to help me,
and I just laughed to see her. It was so like old times. And Nolan,
he made me laugh too. He was like a hen on a bank, shaking the butt
of his whip, but not daring to cut in for fear of hitting me.
"Stop it, Kid," he says, "stop it. Do you want to be all torn up?"
says he. "Think of the Boston show next week," says he, "Think of
Chicago. Think of Danbury. Don't you never want to be a champion?"
How was I to think of all them places when I had three dogs to cut up
at the same time. But in a minute two of 'em begs for mercy, and
mother and me lets 'em run away. The big one, he ain't able to run
away. Then mother and me, we dances and jumps, and barks and laughs,
and bites each other and rolls each other in the road. There never
was two dogs so happy as we, and Nolan, he whistles and calls and
begs me to come to him, but I just laugh and play larks with mother.
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