Malcolm H. Clark, Jr., Oregon Historical Quarterly/Volume 58… (1957)
“ Good, who had been making frequent trips into the interior of the saloon in search of liquid strength and consolation, was thoroughly drunk. He began to swear bitterly at the Leaguers. A bystander, one William Grooms, stepped up and smote Good mightily between the eyes, knocking him flat. Within seconds the fighting was general, though the Crusaders seemed to take no notice of it. Moffett's little army, finding itself hopelessly outnumbered—the crowd had grown to well over a thousand—backed hastily into the Webfoot. As many men as could pushed in behind. ”
