'Don't you hear the governor a-callin'?
Let go, sir.' With a violent effort, Mr.Weller disengaged himself from the grasp of the agonised Pickwickian, and, in so doing, administered a considerable impetus to the unhappy Mr.Winkle.With an accuracy which no degree of dexterity or practice could have insured, that unfortunate gentleman bore swiftly down into the centre of the reel, at the very moment when Mr.Bob Sawyer was performing a flourish of unparalleled beauty.

Mr.
Winkle struck wildly against him, and with a loud crash they both fell heavily down.

Mr.Pickwick ran to the spot.

Bob Sawyer had risen to his feet, but Mr.Winkle was far too wise to do anything of the kind, in skates.

He was seated on the ice, making spasmodic efforts to smile; but anguish was depicted on every lineament of his countenance.
'Are you hurt ?' inquired Mr.Benjamin Allen, with great anxiety.
'Not much,' said Mr.Winkle, rubbing his back very hard.