We tracked the step, Lowe and I, to the bank, near the horse-track, in Barrack Street, just where the water deepens--there's usually five feet of water there, and that night there was little short of ten.

Now, take it, that Nutter and Sturk had a tussle--and the thing happened, you know--and Sturk got the worst of it, and was, in fact, despatched, why, you know the kind of panic--and--and--the panic--you know--a poor dog, finding himself so situated, would be in--with the bitter, old quarrel between them--d'ye see?
And this at the back of his vapours and blue-devils, for he was dumpish enough before, and would send a man like Nutter into a resolution of making away with himself; and that's how it happened, you may safely swear.' 'And what do _you_ think, Mr.Dangerfield ?' asked the major.
'Upon my life,' said Dangerfield, briskly, lowering his newspaper to his knee, with a sharp rustle, 'these are questions I don't like to meddle in.

Certainly, he had considerable provocation, as I happen to know; and there was no love lost--that I know too.

But I quite agree with Doctor Toole--if he was the man, I venture to say 'twas a fair fight.

Suppose, first, an altercation, then a hasty blow--Sturk had his cane, and a deuced heavy one--he wasn't a fellow to go down without knowing the reason why; and if they find Nutter, dead or alive, I venture to say he'll show some marks of it about him.' Cluffe wished the whole company, except himself, at the bottom of the Red Sea; for he was taking his revenge of Puddock, and had already lost a gammon and two hits.