We was young fellers and got to fighting,  I hit him a lick or two and he run to the shelter to get a axe, and I knowed,  I knowed what was in there when he—when he went there and a notion struck me, you better get behind the shelter.  And he, when he come out he was looking for me where he left me out there, he had that axe just right, but I was behind him.  I was stunting that time, and I run up behind  ‘im, you see, I was a better man ‘n  he was.  I run up behind him and grabbed him and throwed him on the ground and struck him with that fis’ a time or two and took that axe.  And I threw it way out there and I beat him good.  When I turned him a-loose, he didn’t go look for that axe, he went to the house.  Aah, but if I’da stayed out there where he left me, he might woulda chopped me in the head or something, can’t never tell.  So, that made his daddy mad cause I beat him. He was taking up for the boy but he weren’t taking up for me.