Quick as lightning, he landed a bolt on Ben's jib, just at the toll-bar of the bridge, between the eyes, and was off, out of reach, elastic; Ben's counter fell short by a couple of inches.

Cheers for first blow.
The earl clucked to Madge.

Her gaze at the ring was a sullen intensity.
Will you believe it ?--Ben received a second spanking cracker on the spectacles-seat: neat indeed; and, poor payment for the compliment, he managed to dig a drive at the ribs.

As much of that game as may suit you, sturdy Ben! But hear the shout, and behold! First blood to Kit Ines! That tell-tale nose of old Ben's has mounted the Earl of Fleetwood's colours, and all his party are looking Brailstone-blue.
'So far!' said Fleetwood.

His grooms took an indication: the hamper was unfastened; sandwiches were handed.