It 'ud be a treat
to see Toot Wambush mad if you could feel sure you wouldn't get hit.
He clamped his hands together behind 'im an' yelled to Uncle Mack to
stop fiddlin'; then he 'lowed ef any man thar tried to oust 'im he'd
put windows in 'im. Frank Hansard, Lum Evans, and Andy Treadwell made
signs at one another an' closed in on 'im. They didn't fully realize
who they had to deal with, though. I hain't got much use for Toot, but
he'll fight a circular saw bare-handed. He backed into a corner over a
pile o' split pine-knots an' grabbed one that Thad Muntford declared
wuz shaped like the jaw-bone o' Samson's ass. It had a long handle an'
weighed about fifteen pounds. On my word, it seemed to me he slugged
Frank and Andy at exactly the same time. You could 'a' heerd the'r
skulls pop to the gate. They both fell kerflop in front of 'im. That
left jest Lum Evans facin' 'im 'thout a thing in his hands. He dodged
Toot's pine-knot when he swung it at 'im an' then Toot laughed an'
thowed it down and shook his fists at 'im, an' tol' 'im to come on for
a fair fisticuff.
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