But I can down with a bully of theirs.

Come, will you fight for them ?" "No," said I.
"You won't ?" "No," said I; "though from what I have seen of them I should say they are tolerably able to fight for themselves." "You won't fight for them," said the radical, triumphantly; "I thought so; all bullies, especially those of the aristocracy, are cowards.

Here, landlord," said he, raising his voice, and striking against the table with the jug, "some more ale--he won't fight for his friends." "A white feather," said his companion.
"He! he!" tittered the man in black.
"Landlord, landlord," shouted the radical, striking the table with the jug louder than before.
"Who called ?" said the landlord, coming in at last.
"Fill this jug again," said the other, "and be quick about it." "Does any one else want anything ?" said the landlord.
"Yes," said the man in black; "you may bring me another glass of gin and water." "Cold ?" said the landlord.
"Yes," said the man in black, "with a lump of sugar in it." "Gin and water cold, with a lump of sugar in it," {107} said I, and struck the table with my fist.
"Take some ?" said the landlord inquiringly.
"No," said I, "only something came into my head." "He's mad," said the man in black.
"Not he," said the radical.

"He's only shamming; he knows his master is here, and therefore has recourse to these manoeuvres, but it won't do.
Come, landlord, what are you staring at?
Why don't you obey your orders?
Keeping your customers waiting in this manner is not the way to increase your business." The landlord looked at the radical, and then at me.

At last taking the jug and glass, he left the apartment, and presently returned with each filled with its respective liquor.