Understand?
They ain't nothin' but scrap.

No throwin' up the sponge.

This is a grudge-fight an' it's to a finish.

Understand?
Somebody's goin' to get licked." Cheese-Face wanted to demur,--Martin could see that,--but Cheese-Face's old perilous pride was touched before the two gangs.
"Aw, come on," he replied.

"Wot's the good of chewin' de rag about it?
I'm wit' cheh to de finish." Then they fell upon each other, like young bulls, in all the glory of youth, with naked fists, with hatred, with desire to hurt, to maim, to destroy.