"Youse kids makes me tired." "Ah, go ahn," replied the other argumentatively.
Jimmie replied with heavy contempt.

"Ah, youse can't fight, Blue Billie! I kin lick yeh wid one han'." "Ah, go ahn," replied Billie again.
"Ah," said Jimmie threateningly.
"Ah," said the other in the same tone.
They struck at each other, clinched, and rolled over on the cobble stones.
"Smash 'im, Jimmie, kick deh damn guts out of 'im," yelled Pete, the lad with the chronic sneer, in tones of delight.
The small combatants pounded and kicked, scratched and tore.

They began to weep and their curses struggled in their throats with sobs.
The other little boys clasped their hands and wriggled their legs in excitement.

They formed a bobbing circle about the pair.
A tiny spectator was suddenly agitated.
"Cheese it, Jimmie, cheese it! Here comes yer fader," he yelled.
The circle of little boys instantly parted.

They drew away and waited in ecstatic awe for that which was about to happen.