A moment of this and the prostrate foe was heard to scream with the utmost sincerity.

The Wilbur twin was startled, but did not relax his hold.
"You let me up from here!" the foe was then heard to cry.
The Wilbur twin watchfully rose from his mount, breathing heavily.

He seized his cap and drew it tightly over dishevelled locks.
"I guess that'll teach you a good lesson!" he warned when he had breath for it.
The vanquished Hun got to his feet, one hand over an eye.

He was abundantly blemished and his nose bled.

His sense of dignity had been outraged and his head hurt.
"You get the hell and gone out of here!" shouted the Wilbur twin, quite as if he did own the town.
"I must say! Cursing and swearing!" shrilled the Merle twin, but none heeded him.
The repulsed enemy went slowly to the corner of the alley.