"We apologize, sport--" The Irishman swung ponderously.

Billy ducked, cutting his apology short, and as the sledge-like fist passed over his head, he drove his left to the other's jaw.

The big Irishman toppled over sidewise and sprawled on the edge of the slope.

Half-scrambled back to his feet and out of balance, he was caught by Bert's fist, and this time went clawing down the slope that was slippery with short, dry grass.

Bert was redoubtable.
"That for you, old girl--my compliments," was his cry, as he shoved the woman over the edge on to the treacherous slope.