He can't time an' distance as good as me, an' I can keep set better, too.
But he's cleverer an' quicker.

I never was quick like him.

We both can take punishment, an' we're both two-handed, a wallop in all our fists.
I know the kick of his, an' he knows my kick, an' we're both real respectful.

And we're even-matched.

Two draws, and a decision to each.
Honest, I ain't any kind of a hunch who's gain' to win, we're that even.
"Now, the fight .-- You ain't squeamish, are you ?" "No, no," she cried.