They yokit on us about seven o'clock, just at the darkenin'.

First they tried to bounce us.
We weren't wanted here, they said, so we'd better clear.

I telled them that it was them that wasn't wanted.

'Awa' to Finnick,' says I.'D'ye think we take our orders from dirty ne'er-do-weels like you ?' 'By God,' says they, 'we'll cut your lights out,' and then the battle started." "What happened ?' Dickson asked excitedly.
"They were four muckle men against six laddies, and they thought they had an easy job! Little they kenned the Gorbals Die-Hards! I had been expectin' something of the kind, and had made my plans.

They first tried to pu' down our tents and burn them.