\"Don’tlooklikeIwasmuchatthisgame，doesit？\"saidhe。\"I
wouldn’tpulldownmanypersimmonsoutofthattree。Yourconfoundedman’stoolively；Icouldn’thithimwithashotgun。\"
Ordehadstoodlikearock，hisfeetplantedtothefloor，whileMurphyhadcircledaroundhimhittingatwill。Ordehitback，butwithoutlanding。NeverthelessMurphy，whenquestionedapart，didnotseemsatisfied。
\"Theman’spig—iron，\"saidhe。\"Ipunchedhimplentyhardenough，anditdidn’tseemtojarhdyougetyourtraining，sir？\"askedthehandler。
\"Mytraining？\"repeatedOrde，puzzled。\"Oh，Isee！Iwasalwaysprettyheavy，andIsupposetheworkontheriverkeepsamaninprettygoodshape。\"