"There shall be no fighting here," said he: "no one shall fight in this house, except it be with myself; so if you two have anything to say to each other, you had better go into the field behind the house.

But you fool," said he, pushing Hunter violently on the breast, "do you know whom you are going to tackle with ?--this is the young chap that beat Blazing Bosville, only as late as yesterday, in Mumpers Dingle.

Grey Moll told me all about it last night, when she came for some brandy for her husband, who, she said, had been half killed; and she described the young man to me so closely, that I knew him at once, that is, as soon as I saw how his left hand was bruised, for she told me he was a left-hand hitter.

Ar'n't it all true, young man?
Ar'n't you he that beat Flaming Bosville in Mumpers Dingle ?" "I never beat Flaming Bosville," said I: "he beat himself.

Had he not struck his hand against a tree, I shouldn't be here at the present moment." "Hear! hear!" said the landlord, "now that's just as it should be; I like a modest man, for, as the parson says, nothing sits better upon the young man than modesty.