Ox turned and hit Smut full in the mouth. A little blood gushed out of Smut's lip and he looked surprised. Then he opened his mouth in a sideways grin. "Okay," Smut said, and let Ox have one in the pit of the belly. Ox put his hands to his belly, and that was when Smut let him have it on the chin. Ox went down like a stuck pig and the fight was over. Smut was panting a little. He took a handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the blood off his mouth. "Get him on home," Smut told Lefty. " I didn't want to hit him, but he was getting too rowdy."They Don't Dance Much
by James Ross
(Signet abridged reprint, 1952)
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