Judging by the look of you,
you’re trouble in any man’s language!
MAN IN THE MIDDLE
In an exhibition of pugilistic excellence that the trouble-wise denizens of the Yankee had never seen before, Vallance knocked the giant back step by step. Then a savage uppercut dropped Norby once again in the ruins of the furniture on the floor.
Norby had merely been surprised and off-balance the first time he went down. This time he was out cold. He lay there under the oil lamps with his mouth foolishly agape and eyes rolling, as helpless as a lamb. Standing over him, showing no outward effects of the short but brutal encounter, the youthful stranger stood barely panting, fists still cocked and ready. Blue eyes once again raked from face to face.
“Anybody else want to take up where fatso left off?”