He answered Mr.Dunnaker very shortly; and that respectable individual, still smarting under his bruises, replied with equal tartness.

Words grew high, and at length Paul, desirous of concluding the conference, clenched his fist, and told the redoubted Dummie that he would "knock him down." There is something peculiarly harsh and stunning in those three hard, wiry, sturdy, stubborn monosyllables.

Their very sound makes you double your fist if you are a hero, or your pace if you are a peaceable man.

They produced an instant effect upon Dummie Dunnaker, aided as they were by the effect of an athletic and youthful figure, already fast approaching to the height of six feet, a flushed cheek, and an eye that bespoke both passion and resolution.

The rag-merchant's voice sank at once, and with the countenance of a wronged Cassius he whimpered forth,-- "Knock me down?
O leetle Paul, vot wicked vhids are those! Vot! Dummie Dunnaker, as has dandled you on his knee mony's a time and oft! Vy, the cove's 'art is as 'ard as junk, and as proud as a gardener's dog vith a nosegay tied to his tail." This pathetic remonstrance softened Paul's anger.
"Well, Dummie," said he, laughing, "I did not mean to hurt you, and there's an end of it; and I am very sorry for the dame's ill-conduct; and so I wish you a good-morning." "Vy, vere be you trotting to, leetle Paul ?" said Dummie, grasping him by the tail of the coat.
"The deuce a bit I know," answered our hero; "but I think I shall drop a call on Long Ned." "Avast there!" said Dummie, speaking under his breath; "if so be as you von't blab, I'll tell you a bit of a secret.