She heard the girl behind her say: 'Our colours!' when the colour scarlet unwound with Lord Brailstone's blue was tied to the stake: and her husband nodded; he smiled; he liked to hear the girl.
Potts climbed up, crying: 'Toilets complete! Now for paws out, and then at it, my hearties!' Choice of corners under the leaden low cloud counted for little.

A signal was given; a man outside the ring eyed a watch, raised a hand; the two umpires were on foot in their places; the pair of opposing seconds hurried out cheery or bolt-business words to their men; and the champions advanced to the scratch.

Todds first, by the courtesy of Ines, whose decorous control of his legs at a weighty moment was rightly read by his party.
Their hands grasped firmly: thereupon becoming fists of a hostile couple in position.

And simply to learn which of us two is the better man! Or in other words, with four simple fists to compass a patent fact and stand it on the historic pedestal, with a little red writing underneath: you never can patent a fact without it.

But mark the differences of this kind of contention from all other--especially the Parliamentary: this is positive, it has a beginning and an end; and it is good-humoured from beginning to end; trial of skill, trial of stamina; Nature and Art; Old English; which made us what we are; and no rancours, no vows of vengeance; the beaten man of the two bowing to the bit of history he has helped to make.
Kittites had need to be confident in the skill of their lither lad.