"I ought to give you a reason for fighting, too.

There it is!" In a most irritating manner he instantly slapped his hands against one another, daintily flung one of his legs up behind him, pulled my hair, slapped his hands again, dipped his head, and butted it into my stomach.
The bull-like proceeding last mentioned, besides that it was unquestionably to be regarded in the light of a liberty, was particularly disagreeable just after bread and meat.

I therefore hit out at him and was going to hit out again, when he said, "Aha! Would you ?" and began dancing backwards and forwards in a manner quite unparalleled within my limited experience.
"Laws of the game!" said he.

Here, he skipped from his left leg on to his right.

"Regular rules!" Here, he skipped from his right leg on to his left.