Quotation from: The Valley of the Moon

Written by: Jack London

They joined him on the edge of a dry ditch and looked down. In
the bottom were two men, strays from the fight, grappled together
and still fighting. They were weeping out of sheer fatigue and
helplessness, and the blows they only occasionally struck were
open-handed and ineffectual.

"Hey, you, sport--throw sand in his eyes," Bert counseled.
"That's it, blind him an' he's your'n."