Don't you try any strutting before me," said the sheriff; "or I'll put you under bail this very afternoon.

Let's see: how long were you in jail the last time?
Two years, wasn't it?
Well, you go fighting with Dingus and you'll get ten years sure." "You are certainly crazy!" exclaimed Mr.Striker.
"I don't see what you want to stay at that business for, anyhow," said the sheriff.

"Here you are, in a snug home, where you might live in peace and keep respectable.

But no, you must associate with low characters, and go to stripping yourself naked and jumping into a ring to get your nose blooded and your head swelled and your body hammered to a jelly; and all for what?
Why, for a championship! It's ridiculous.

What good'll it do you if you're champion?
Why don't you try to be honest and decent, and let prize-fighting alone ?" "This is the most extraordinary conversation I ever listened to," said Mr.Striker.