You're the bravest, best fellow that ever lived." "Then you own you're beaten ?" "Oh yes, thoroughly.

I say, Mike, I can hardly breathe.

Honour bright!" "Say, you own you're licked, then." "Yes.

Own I'm licked, and--Ah-h-ah!" Vince gave a final heave, and with such good effect that his assailant was thrown, and by the time he had recovered himself Vince's red face was reappearing from the blue jersey, which the boy had tugged down into its normal position.
"Oh! won't I serve you out for this some day, Mikey!" he cried, as the other stood on his guard, laughing at him.
"You said you were beaten." "Yes, for to-day; but I can't afford to let you knock me about like this.

I say, you did hurt." "Nonsense! I could have hit twice as hard as that.