"He's a loud-mouthed one, he is, and they're never much good.

Give me a pleasant-spoken chap, if you want a devil!" "Well, Paul, my lad," said the friend, "you'll have to take care of yourself now for a while." "You won't have to give him a chance over you, that's all," said the barmaid.
"Can you box ?" asked a friend.
"Not a bit," he answered, still very white.
"I might give you a turn or two," said the friend.
"Thanks, I haven't time." And presently he took his departure.
"Go along with him, Mr.Jenkinson," whispered the barmaid, tipping Mr.
Jenkinson the wink.
The man nodded, took his hat, said: "Good-night all!" very heartily, and followed Paul, calling: "Half a minute, old man.

You an' me's going the same road, I believe." "Mr.Morel doesn't like it," said the barmaid.

"You'll see, we shan't have him in much more.

I'm sorry; he's good company.