We must have a turn-up, or we shall be the talk of the country-side.

I'll be d--d if I hurt thee--I'll put on the gloves gin thou like.

Come, stand forward like a man." "To be peaten like a dog," said Robin; "is there any reason in that?
If you think I have done you wrong, I'll go before your shudge, though I neither know his law nor his language." A general cry of "No, no--no law, no lawyer! a bellyful and be friends," was echoed by the bystanders.
"But," continued Robin, "if I am to fight, I have no skill to fight like a jackanapes, with hands and nails." "How would you fight then ?" said his antagonist; "though I am thinking it would be hard to bring you to the scratch anyhow." "I would fight with proadswords, and sink point on the first plood drawn--like a gentlemans." A loud shout of laughter followed the proposal, which indeed had rather escaped from poor Robin's swelling heart, than been the dictate of his sober judgment.
"Gentleman, quotha!" was echoed on all sides, with a shout of unextinguishable laughter; "a very pretty gentleman, God wot .-- Canst get two swords for the gentleman to fight with, Ralph Heskett ?" "No, but I can send to the armoury at Carlisle, and lend them two forks, to be making shift with in the meantime." "Tush, man," said another, "the bonny Scots come into the world with the blue bonnet on their heads, and dirk and pistol at their belt." "Best send post," said Mr.Fleecebumpkin, "to the Squire of Corby Castle, to come and stand second to the GENTLEMAN." In the midst of this torrent of general ridicule, the Highlander instinctively griped beneath the folds of his plaid, "But it's better not," he said in his own language.

"A hundred curses on the swine-eaters, who know neither decency nor civility!" "Make room, the pack of you," he said, advancing to the door.
But his former friend interposed his sturdy bulk, and opposed his leaving the house; and when Robin Oig attempted to make his way by force, he hit him down on the floor, with as much ease as a boy bowls down a nine-pin.
"A ring, a ring!" was now shouted, until the dark rafters, and the hams that hung on them, trembled again, and the very platters on the BINK clattered against each other.

"Well done, Harry"-- "Give it him home, Harry"-- "Take care of him now--he sees his own blood!" Such were the exclamations, while the Highlander, starting from the ground, all his coldness and caution lost in frantic rage, sprung at his antagonist with the fury, the activity, and the vindictive purpose of an incensed tiger-cat.