His face darkened.
"Cum on, blokes, an' see a bit o' fun," he cried with a mirthless grin that showed he was dangerously excited.

The three larrikins caught up with Stinky and the girl as they were crossing into Belmore Park.
Stinky was explaining to some sympathizers the events that had led up to the quarrel.
"Wot would yous do if a bloke tried to sneak yer moll ?" he inquired in an injured tone.
"Break 'is bleedin' neck," said Chook as he stepped up.
"When I want yer advice, I'll ask fer it," cried Stinky.
"Yer'll git it now without askin'," said Chook.

"Don't open yer mouth so wide, or yer'll ketch cold." "I don't want ter talk ter anybody as 'awks rotten cabbages through the streets," cried Stinky.
"The cabbages don't stink worse than some people I've met," Chook replied.
Stinky, who was very touchy on the score of the vile smell of his trade, boiled over.
"Never mind my trade," he shouted, "I'm as good a man as yous." "Garn, that's only a rumour! I wouldn't let it git about," sneered Chook.
The smouldering hate of months burst suddenly into flame, and the two men rushed at each other.

The others tried to separate them.
"Don't be a fool." "Yer'll only git lumbered." "'Ere's the traps." But the two enemies, with a sudden twist, broke away from their advisers, and threw off their hats and coats.
And as suddenly, the others formed a ring round the two antagonists, who faced each other with the savage intensity of gamecocks, with no thought but to maim and kill the enemy in front of them.
A crowd gathered, and Pinkey was pushed to the outside of the ring, where she could only judge the progress of the fight by the cries of the onlookers.
"Use yer left, Chook." "Wot price that ?" "Time!" "Wait fer 'is rush, an' use yer right." "Foller 'im up, Chook." "Oh, dry up! I tell yer 'e slipped." "Not in the same class, I tell yer." "Mix it, Chook--mix it.

Yer've got 'im beat." The last remark was true, for Stinky, in spite of his superior weight and height, was no match for Chook, the cock of Cardigan Street.