But how's he been getting on the last day or two ?" "Getting on! You never knew such scenes as we've had.

He's afraid of nobody.

He licked Philpot to fits on Thursday--smashed him, I tell you.
You never saw such a demon as he is when his dander's up.

Then he walked into Rathbone; and if Rathbone hadn't been a foot taller than him, with arms as long as windmills, he'd have smashed Rathbone." "Did he try it on you ?" I inquired.
"No--why should he ?" said the sturdy Flanagan; "time enough for that when I make a brute of myself to him.

But I dare say he'd smash me too.
It's as good as a play, I tell you.