Then the man who has pushed walks away, apparently satisfied. At once the man who was throwing a fit follows the other up and says something to him and retreats, and the pusher runs back at the pushee, and the air is eloquent of murder. But I soon learned to quit holding my breath. It only meant a renewal of the argument. There is charge and answer-a regular debate, and the crowd, which forms a good old civilized circle, laughs at the shots given. The pusher calls the pushee's father a cock-roach, and the pushee says the pusher's grandfather was a scorpion. Then the pusher charges that the pushee's great-grandfather was a cross-eyed tarantula