had　the　advantage；　for　Patsy　came　in　wide　open；　swinging　his
  right　in　a　perilous　sweep。　All　Watson　had　to　do　was　to
  straight…left　him　and　escape。　But　Watson　had　another　advantage。
  His　boxing；　and　his　experience　in　the　slums　and　ghettos　of　the
  world；　had　taught　him　restraint。
  He　pivoted　on　his　feet；　and；　instead　of　striking；　ducked　the
  other's　swinging　blow　and　went　into　a　clinch。　But　Patsy；
  charging　like　a　bull；　had　the　momentum　of　his　rush；　while
  Watson；　whirling　to　meet　him；　had　no　momentum。　As　a　result；　the
  pair　of　them　went　down；　with　all　their　three　hundred　and　sixty
  pounds　of　weight；　in　a　long　crashing　fall；　Watson　underneath。
  He　lay　with　his　head　touching　the　rear　wall　of　the　large　room。
  The　street　was　a　hundred　and　fifty　feet　away；　and　he　did　some
  quick　thinking。　His　first　thought　was　to　avoid　trouble。　He　had
  no　wish　to　get　into　the　papers　of　this；　his　childhood　town；
  where　many　of　his　relatives　and　family　friends　still　lived。
  So　it　was　that　he　locked　his　arms　around　the　man　on　top　of　him；
  held　him　close；　and　waited　for　the　help　to　come　that　must　come
  in　response　to　the　crash　of　the　fall。　The　help　camethat　is；
  six　men　ran　in　from　the　bar　and　formed　about　in　a　semi…circle。
  'Take　him　off；　fellows；〃　Watson　said。　〃I　haven't　struck　him；
  and　I　don't　want　any　fight。〃
  But　the　semi…circle　remained　silent。　Watson　held　on　and　waited。
  Patsy；　after　various　vain　efforts　to　inflict　damage；　made　an
  overture。
  〃Leggo　o'　me　an'　I'll　get　off　o'　yeh；〃　said　he。
  Watson　let　go；　but　when　Patsy　scrambled　to　his　feet　he　stood
  over　his　recumbent　foe；　ready　to　strike。
  〃Get　up；〃　Patsy　commanded。
  His　voice　was　stern　and　implacable；　like　the　voice　of　God
  calling　to　judgment；　and　Watson　knew　there　was　no　mercy　there。
  〃Stand　back　and　I'll　get　up；〃　he　countered。
  〃If　yer　a　gentleman；　get　up；〃　quoth　Patsy；　his　pale　blue　eyes
  aflame　with　wrath；　his　fist　ready　for　a　crushing　blow。
  At　the　same　moment　he　drew　his　foot　back　to　kick　the　other　in
  the　face。　Watson　blocked　the　kick　with　his　crossed　arms　and
  sprang　to　his　feet　so　quickly　that　he　was　in　a　clinch　with　his
  antagonist　before　the　latter　could　strike。　Holding　him；　Watson
  spoke　to　the　onlookers：
  〃Take　him　away　from　me；　fellows。　You　see　I　am　not　striking　him。
  I　don't　want　to　fight。　I　want　to　get　out　of　here。〃
  The　circle　did　not　move　nor　speak。　Its　silence　was　ominous　and
  sent　a　chill　to　Watson's　heart。
  Patsy　made　an　effort　to　throw　him；　which　culminated　in　his
  putting　Patsy　on　his　back。　Tearing　loose　from　him；　Watson
  sprang　to　his　feet　and　made　for　the　door。　But　the　circle　of　men
  was　interposed　a　wall。　He　noticed　the　white；　pasty　faces；　the
  kind　that　never　see　the　sun；　and　knew　that　the　men　who　barred
  his　way　were　the　nightprowlers　and　preying　beasts　of　the　city
  jungle。　By　them　he　was　thrust　back　upon　the　pursuing；
  bull…rushing　Patsy。
  Again　it　was　a　clinch；　in　which；　in　momentary　safety；　Watson
  appealed　to　the　gang。　And　again　his　words　fell　on　deaf　ears。
  Then　it　was　that　he　knew　of　many　similar　knew　fear。　For　he　had
  known　of　many　similar　situations；　in　low　dens　like　this；　when
  solitary　men　were　man…handled；　their　ribs　and　features　caved
  in；　themselves　beaten　and　kicked　to　death。　And　he　knew；
  further；　that　if　he　were　to　escape　he　must　neither　strike　his
  assailant　nor　any　of　the　men　who　opposed　him。
  Yet　in　him　was　righteous　indignation。　Under　no　circumstances
  could　seven　to　one　be　fair。　Also；　he　was　angry；　and　there
  stirred　in　him　the　fighting　beast　that　is　in　all　men。　But　he
  remembered　his　wife　and　children；　his　unfinished　book；　the　ten
  thousand　rolling　acres　of　the　up…country　ranch　he　loved　so
  well。　He　even　saw　in　flashing　visions　the　blue　of　the　sky；　the
  golden　sun　pouring　down　on　his　flower…spangled　meadows；　the
  lazy　cattle　knee…deep　in　the　brooks；　and　the　flash　of　trout　in
  the　riffles。　Life　was　good…too　good　for　him　to　risk　it　for　a
  moment's　sway　of　the　beast。　In　short；　Carter　Watson　was　cool
  and　scared。
  His　opponent；　locked　by　his　masterly　clinch；　was　striving　to
  throw　him。　Again　Watson　put　him　on　the　floor；　broke　away；　and
  was　thrust　back　by　the　pasty…faced　circle　to　duck　Patsy's
  swinging　right　and　effect　another　clinch。　This　happened　many
  times。　And　Watson　grew　even　cooler；　while　the　baffled　Patsy；
  unable　to　inflict　punishment；　raged　wildly　and　more　wildly。　He
  took　to　batting　with　his　head　in　the　clinches。　The　first　time；
  he　landed　his　forehead　flush　on　Watson's　nose。　After　that；　the
  latter；　in　the　clinches；　buried　his　face　in　Patsy's　breast。　But
  the　enraged　Patsy　batted　on；　striking　his　own　eye　and　nose　and
  cheek　on　the　top　of　the　other's　head。　The　more　he　was　thus
  injured；　the　more　and　the　harder　did　Patsy　bat。
  This　one…sided　contest　continued　for　twelve　or　fifteen　minutes。
  Watson　never　struck　a　blow；　and　strove　only　to　escape。
  Sometimes；　in　the　free　moments；　circling　about　among　the　tables
  as　he　tried　to　win　the　door；　the　pasty…faced　men　gripped　his
  coat…tails　and　flung　him　back　at　the　swinging　right　of　the
  on…rushing　Patsy。　Time　upon　time；　and　times　without　end；　he
  clinched　and　put　Patsy　on　his　back；　each　time　first　whirling
  him　around　and　putting　him　down　in　the　direction　of　the　door
  and　gaining　toward　that　goal　by　the　length　of　the　fall。
  In　the　end；　hatless；　disheveled；　with　streaming　nose　and　one
  eye　closed；　Watson　won　to　the　sidewalk　and　into　the　arms　of　a
  policeman。
  〃Arrest　that　man；〃　Watson　panted。
  〃Hello；　Patsy；〃　said　the　policeman。　〃What's　the　mix…up？〃
  〃Hello；　Charley；〃　was　the　answer。　〃This　guy　comes　in〃
  〃Arrest　that　man；　officer；〃　Watson　repeated。
  〃G'wan！　Beat　it！〃　said　Patsy。
  〃Beat　it！〃　added　the　policeman。　〃If　you　don't；　I'll　pull　you
  in。〃
  〃Not　unless　you　arrest　that　man。　He　has　committed　a　violent　and
  unprovoked　assault　on　me。〃
  〃Is　it　so；　Patsy？〃　was　the　officer's　query。
  〃Nah。　Lemme　tell　you；　Charley；　an'　I　got　the　witnesses　to　prove
  it；　so　help　me　God。　I　was　settin'　in　me　kitchen　eatin'　a　bowl
  of　soup；　when　this　guy　comes　in　an'　gets　gay　wid　me。　I　never
  seen　him　in　me　born　days　before。　He　was　drunk〃
  〃Look　at　me；　officer；〃　protested　the　indignant　sociologist。　〃Am
  I　drunk？〃
  The　officer　looked　at　him　with　sullen；　menacing　eyes　and　nodded
  to　Patsy　to　continue。
  〃This　guy　gets　gay　wid　me。　'I'm　Tim　McGrath；'　says　he；　'an'　I
  can　do　the　like　to　you；'　says　he。　'Put　up　yer　hands。'　I　smiles；
  an'　wid　that；　biff　biff；　he　lands　me　twice　an'　spills　me　soup。
  Look　at　me　eye。　I'm　fair　murdered。〃
  〃What　are　you　going　to　do；　officer？〃　Watson　demanded。
  〃Go　on；　beat　it；〃　was　the　answer；　〃or　I'll　pull　you　sure。〃
  The　civic　righteousness　of　Carter　Watson　flamed　up。
  〃Mr。　Officer；　I　protest〃
  But　at　that　moment　the　policeman　grabbed　his　arm　with　a　savage
  jerk　that　nearly　overthrew　him。
  〃Come　on；　you're　pulled。〃
  〃Arrest　him；　too；〃　Watson　demanded。
  〃Nix　on　that　play；〃　was　the　reply。
  〃What　did　you　assault　him　for；　him　a　peacefully　eatin'　his
  soup？〃
  II
  Carter　Watson　was　genuinely　angry。　Not　only　had　he　been
  wantonly　assaulted；　badly　battered；　and　arrested；　but　the
  morning　papers　without　exception　came　out　with　lurid　accounts
  of　his　drunken　brawl　with　the　proprietor　of　the　notorious
  Vendome。　Not　one　accurate　or　truthful　line　was　published。　Patsy
  Horan　and　his　satellites　described　the　battle　in　detail。　The
  one　incontestable　thing　was　that　Carter　Watson　had　been　drunk。
  Thrice　he　had　been　thrown　out　of　the　place　and　into　the　gutter；
  and　thrice　he　had　come　back；　breathing　blood　and　fire　and
  announcing　that　he　was　going　to　clean　out　the　place。　〃EMINENT
  SOCIOLOGIST　JAGGED　AND　JUGGED；〃　was　the　first　head…line　he
  read；　on　the　front　page；　accompanied　by　a　large　portrait　of
  himself。　Other　headlines　were：　〃CARTER　WATSON　ASPIRED　TO
  CHAMPIONSHIP　HONORS〃；　〃CARTER　WATSON　GETS　HIS〃；　〃NOTED
  SOCIOLOGIST　ATTEMPTS　TO　CLEAN　OUT　A　TENDERLOIN　CAFE〃；　and
  〃CARTER　WATSON　KNOCKED　OUT　BY　PATSY　HORAN　IN　THREE　ROUNDS。〃
  At　the　police　court；　next　morning；　under　bail；　appeared　Carter
  Watson　to　answer　the　complaint　of　the　People　Versus　Carter
  Watson；　for　the　latter's　assault　and　battery　on　one　Patsy
  Horan。　But　first；　the　Prosecuting　Attorney；　who　was　paid　to
  prosecute　all　offenders　against　the　People；　drew　him　aside　and
  talked　with　him　privately。
  〃Why　not　let　it　drop！〃　said　the　Prosecuting　Attorney。　〃I　tell
  you　what　you　do；　Mr。　Watson：　Shake　hands　with　Mr。　Horan　and
  make　it　up；　and　we'll　drop　the　case　right　here。　A　word　to　the
  Judge；　and　the　case　against　you　will　be　dismissed。〃
  〃But　I　don't　want　it　dismissed；〃　was　the　answer。　〃Your　office
  being　what　it　is；　you　should　be　prosecuting　me　instead　of
  asking　me　to　make　up　with　thisthis　fellow。〃
  〃Oh；　I'll　prosecute　you　all　right；〃　retorted　the　Prosecuting
  Attorney。
  〃Also　you　will　have　to　prosecute　this　Patsy　Horan；〃　Watson
  advised；　〃for　I　shall　now　have　him　arr