It is probable that the Canadian was the stronger man, but, as it happened, his antagonist had been born among the dales of northern England, where wrestling is still held as an art.

In a few minutes he hurled the chopper off his feet, and a hoarse clamor went up, through which there broke a shout: "The Kid has him!" Then the two men went down together, heavily, and rolled over and over, until Cassidy came running down the track and burst through the ring of onlookers.

In one hand he carried a peevie, a big wooden lever with an iron hook on it, such as men use in rolling fir logs.

He belabored the pair with it impartially, and it was evident that he was not in the least particular as to whether he hurt them or not.

Loosing their hold on each other they staggered to their feet with the red dust thick on their flushed faces.
Cassidy flourished the peevie.
"Now," he cried, "is it fighting ye want ?" There was a burst of laughter; and the assembly broke up when Cassidy hustled the chopper off the field.