Ben Todds was shuffled aside; as one of their Londoners, destitute of county savour.
All very well, but have a spy at Benny Todds.

Who looks the square man?
And hear what that big gentleman of the other lord's party says.
A gentleman of his height and weight has a right to his opinion.

He 's dead against Kit Ines: it's fists, not feet, he says, 'll do it to-day; stamina, he says.

Benny has got the stamina.
Todds' possession of the stamina, and the grand voice of Captain Abrane, and the Father Christmas, roast-beef-of-Old England face of the umpire declared to be on the side of Lord Brailstone's colour blue, darkened the star of Kit Ines till a characteristic piece of behaviour was espied.

He dashed his cap into the ring and followed it, with the lightest of vaults across the ropes.