"this," he said, "describes a certain ten-round unpleasantness with one mexican joe. 'joe comes up for the second round and he gives me a nasty look, but i thinks of my mother and swats him one in the lower ribs. he gives me another nasty look. "all right, kid," he says; "now i'll knock you up into the gallery." and with that he cuts loose with a right swing, but i falls into the clinch, and then '"