You're on Fall Creek, and over here you ain't no bigger'n anybody else." While Young Matt was speaking, Gibbs backed slowly away, and, as the young man finished, suddenly drew the pistol he had taken from Ollie.

With a quickness and lightness astonishing in one of his bulk and usually slow movements, the mountaineer leaped upon his big enemy.

There was a short, sharp struggle, and Wash staggered backward, leaving the shining weapon in Young Matt's hand.

"It might go off, you know," said the young fellow quietly, as he tossed the gun on the ground at Ollie's feet.
With a mad roar, Gibbs recovered himself and rushed at his antagonist.

It was a terrific struggle; not the skillful sparring of trained fighters, but the rough and tumble battling of primitive giants.