“Weain’tfighting，weareonlywrestling，“answeredDan，leavingoffreluctantly。
“Itlooksverymuchlikeit，andfeelslikeit，hey，Jack？“saidMr。
Bhaer，asthedefeatedgentlemangotuponhislegswithdifficulty。
“Catchmewrestlingwithhimagain。He’smostknockedmyheadoff，“
snarledJack，holdingontothatportionofhisframeasifitreallywaslooseuponhisshoulders。