"You saw me take a good beatin' that night.

The decision was all right." The Irishman was now beaming.

He had endeavored to pay a compliment with a lie, and the prompt repudiation of the lie served only to increase his hero-worship.
"Sure, an' a bad beatin' it was," he acknowledged, "but yeh showed the grit of a bunch of wildcats.

Soon as I can get me arm free I'm goin' to shake yeh by the hand an' help yeh aise yer young lady." Frustrated in the struggle to get the crowd back, the referee fired his revolver in the air, and the tug-of-war was on.

Pandemonium broke loose.
Saxon, protected by the two big men, was near enough to the front to see much that ensued.