They pay their money an' they get their blood, an' a knockout.
An' a better man than them, that I love, layin' there dead to the world with a skinned face on the mat." For a moment he was still, gazing straight before him at the horses, his face hard and angry.

He sighed, looked at Saxon, and smiled.
"An' I quit the game right there.

An' Billy Murphy's laughed at me for it.

He still follows it.

A side-line, you know, because he works at a good trade.