I remember, when I was young, fighting with Tom of Hopton, the best man that ever pulled off coat in England.

I remember, too, that I won the battle; for I happened to hit Tom of Hopton in the mark, as he was coming in, so that he lost his wind, and falling squelch on the ground, do ye see, he lost the battle; though I am free to confess that he was a better man than myself--indeed, the best man that ever fought in England.

Yet still I won the battle, as every customer of mine, and everybody within twelve miles round, has heard over and over again.

Now, Mr.Hunter, I have one thing to say; if you choose to go into the field behind the house, and fight the young man, you can.

I'll back him for ten pounds; but no fighting in my kitchen--because why?
I keeps a decent kind of an establishment." "I have no wish to fight the young man," said Hunter; "more especially as he has nothing to say for the aristocracy.