H. Bedford-Jones

“ Both barrels had exploded, sending both charges into the telephone, which hung wrecked and useless against the wall. Talkso was not hurt either. First thing I knew, he was up and coming at me with a yell, brandishing the shotgun like a club.
According to jiu-jitsu experts, the easiest thing in the world is to lay out a man bearing down on you with a club. As it happens, I am not a j.-j. expert.
Talkso had been an easy mark in the road by McGray's, but he was something else now. He shoved the butt of the gun into my stomach, and when I doubled up, he slammed me over the skull with the barrel. ”

“ To be candid, it is only in books that two men get into a hot mix-up and follow the Queensbury rules with meticulous chivalry; in a real scrap of real men, it's hit hardest with anything that will count!
I followed the most natural rules, and being backed against the stove. I went for Talkso with an iron skillet that was handy. I ducked the gun, banged him over the ear, and then swung the skillet on his wrist. He dropped the gun in a hurry, and to even matters I dropped the skillet and began to finish off his education. ”

“ He knew something about fighting, and he tried to fight, but that skillet had him groggy from the start. In about two minutes he was trying to get through the door, so I let him out—and hopped right after him. ”