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 further up the street, and I opens the flaps of my ears at this. So did the White-Shirt. I makes three strides and paysses him, and further up in a doorway I sees three big galoots hed a gal in a doorway, and her cryin', and one big brute hammerin' her. And White-Shirt he sees me payss and kems alongside again, and he says, 'Bullies,' and I says, 'To be sewer.' 'We'll down 'em.' says he, and I lets on I'm his sort. And we goes for the three, and beefore I knew it there was four; and White-Shirt and me was havin' the time of our lives. I downs one joker and one other downs me. And then there was five of 'em somehow. They sprang up like feed after rain in spring, boys. But White-Shirt was gay and tough, and he fair massacreed one tough with one blow, and again there was four. And one downs me again, and I got fair mad and got up again and I pulls my gun. And White-Shirt, who to all appeerance had eyes in the back of his head, says, 'Don't shoot, sonny, give him the butt;' and I give it my joker, and the sight I made of him would have done you all good to see. So then