Come on an' bloody-well shake 'ands and start." Even when that word was uttered, loathsome enough in itself for a woman's ears, yet indicative of many worse that were to come, Traill did not think of Sally.

She glanced at him when she had heard it, remembering what he had once said to her--"I belong to the National Sporting--because there's a beast in every man--thank God!" The two combatants sifted their way out of the little crowds.

They came slowly towards each other, rubbing their bare arms to encourage the circulation.

Neither the one nor the other seemed anxious for what was to come.

Sally looked tremblingly at their faces and shuddered.