Didn't I throw him, Trina?
Hoh, you can't rastle ME." Marcus capered with rage.
"You didn't! you didn't! you didn't! and you can't! You got to give me another try." The other men came crowding up.

Everybody was talking at once.
"He's right." "You didn't throw him." "Both his shoulders at the same time." Trina clapped and waved her hand at McTeague from where she stood on the little slope of lawn above the wrestlers.

Marcus broke through the group, shaking all over with excitement and rage.
"I tell you that ain't the WAY to rastle.

You've got to throw a man so's his shoulders touch.

You got to give me another bout." "That's straight," put in Heise, "both his shoulders down at the same time.