In an instant he was knocked down by a stalwart member of the One Hundredth, and then literally lifted out of the ring by kicks.
Jack was soon so badly beaten as to be unable to cry "enough!" One of his friends did that service for him, the fight ceased, and thenceforth Mr.

Oliver resigned his pugilistic crown, and retired to the shades of private life.

He died of scurvy and diarrhea, some months afterward, in Andersonville.
The almost hourly scenes of violence and crime that marked the days and nights before the Regulators began operations were now succeeded by the greatest order.

The prison was freer from crime than the best governed City.

There were frequent squabbles and fights, of course, and many petty larcenies.