The pair went to grass together, Randall on top.

But it was the Tories who cheered.
Round 4.

Randall, having bought his experience, went back to sound tactics.

This and the next two rounds were uninteresting and quite indecisive, though at the end of them Wesley had a promising black eye and Randall was bleeding at mouth and nose.

The old gentleman rubbed his chin and took snuff.