"That's enough. You two been chewing each other. If I see any more biting I'll spoil the biter's teeth for good."
The two got to their feet, both claiming the victory. Prevost motioned them to retire, saying, "Neither of you is any good." Turning to the remaining three couples he soon had the winners standing apart; these with Lander made four survivors from the mill.
"Send 'em along. I'm gittin' sleepy from waitin'," growled Porker.
"Ye big hog!" snorted Long Simons. "Want to fight 'em when they can't toddle? Mister Prevost, some of 'em oughter be matched ag'in' us two now afore they git any tireder."
"Shut up," snapped Prevost. Then to the four men: "Match up. The winners go against Porker and Simons."
"I'll take this A. F. C. killer," promptly spoke up a man with long sandy mustaches and light blue eyes. The other two instantly fell upon each other.
Lander's challenger stepped backward, saying:
"Let's have plenty of room to operate in, young feller. Seein' as how ye fight a new-fangled way I don't want to be crowded."
