He broke away and flung himself howling on to the ground, kicking his legs and screaming: "It isn't fair! He's bitten me! Take him away! Take him away!" Jeremy himself was no beautiful sight.

His hair was wild, his white navy collar crumpled and soiled, the buttons of his tunic torn, his stocking down, and his legs already displaying purple bruises.

But he did not care; he was well now; he was no longer unhappy.
He had beaten Ernest and he was a man; he had risen victorious from his first fight, and Authority might storm as it pleased.

Authority soon arrived, and there were, of course, many cries and exclamations.

Ernest was led away still howling; Jeremy, stubborn, obstinate, and silent, was also led away....