Mr.Plympton, in a cold tone, awarded the fight to the plebe.

Butler's seconds went to work over him, but it was some minutes before they brought him back to consciousness.

By this time Greg was dressed.
"Mr.Butler," murmured Greg, bending over his at last conscious opponent, "I would like to say a word--now.

That business with the cord was a trick put up on me, not on you.

You were only the incidental victim.