There, you've got it.

I thought so," shouted the girl, as the fellow staggered back from a sharp blow in the eye.

"I thought he was chaffing at you all along." "Never mind, Anselo.

You know what to do--go in," said the vulgar woman, who had hitherto not spoken a word, but who now came forward with all the look of a fury; "go in, apopli; {87} you'll smash ten like he." The Flaming Tinman took her advice, and came in bent on smashing, but stopped short on receiving a left-handed blow on the nose.
"You'll never beat the Flaming Tinman in that way," said the girl, looking at me doubtfully.
And so I began to think myself, when, in the twinkling of an eye, the Flaming Tinman disengaged himself of his frock-coat, and, dashing off his red nightcap, came rushing in more desperately than ever.

To a flush hit which he received in the mouth he paid as little attention as a wild bull would have done; in a moment his arms were around me, and in another, he had hurled me down, falling heavily upon me.