"You will come to me, Jones iv., of my accord"-- and he walked away.
I was reckless and defiant, and deaf to Dicky's sympathy.
"I don't care," said I.

"It was a good job for you he came up.

I should have licked you hollow." "No, you wouldn't, old chap; I had you over twice," said Dicky.
"Come outside and finish it out." So we adjourned to the other side of the palings and finished it out in the presence of the assembled Urbans and Philosophers.

And I grieve to say once more Dicky had me on my back.
The wrath of my comrades was even more grievous to bear than the rejoicings of the enemy.

I was promptly withdrawn from the fray as a bad lot, and had it not been for the opportune bell, should probably have been kicked all round.
At any rate, I went in disgusted with myself, with Low Heath, with everybody.