"Why, lady, how come we to be sitting here?
Because gents have fought to put us here! How come this is part of God's country?
Because a lot of folks buckled on guns to make it that! Use for a fighter?
Well, Miss Jordan, I've done a little fighting of one kind and another in my day and I don't blush to think about it.

Look at my kid there.

What do you think I'm proudest of: because he was head of his class at school last winter or because he could lick every other boy his own size?
First time he come home with a black eye I gave him a dollar to go back and try to give the other fellow _two_ black eyes.

And he done it! All good fighters ain't good men; I sure know that.

But they never was a man that was good to begin with and was turned bad by fighting.