"I'll take young Bosher too." "Oh!" said Bosher, rather alarmed, "I don't want to fight." "I knew you were a beastly funk!" said Telson, scornfully.
"No, I'm not," said Bosher, meekly.
"Get out of the way!" cried the majestic Telson, brushing past him towards King, who now stood with his coat off and a very apologetic face, ready for the young bantam's disposal.
Telson and King fought there and then.

It was not a very sanguinary contest, nor was it particularly scientific.

It did Telson good, and it did not do King much harm.

The only awkward thing about it was that neither side knew exactly when to stop.

Telson claimed the victory after every round, and King respectfully disputed the statement.