He continued to smile, but his teeth came together.
"Git out o' this, you hounds! Git!" he said, in the same jovial tone.
"You! _You_," he said to Bill, slapping him lightly on the breast with the back of his lax fingers.

Bill struck at him ferociously, but the slope-shouldered giant sent it by with his left wrist, kicking the feet of the striker from under him with a frightful swing of his right foot--a trick which appalled Joe.
"Clear the track there," ordered Lime.

"It's against the law t' fight at a donation; so out y' go." Bill crawled painfully to his feet.
"I'll pay you for this yet." "_Any_ time but now.

Git out, 'r I'll kick you out." Lime's voice changed now.

The silent crowd made way for them, and, seizing Joe by the shoulder and pushing Bill before him, the giant passed out into the open air.