"Let him be; he's beaten.

You don't want to hit him now he's down." "Yes, I do," said the boy, struggling to free himself.

"I owe him a lot, and it isn't safe to hit him when he's not down.

Oh, I say, don't; you're hurting me." "Serve you right.

Come away." "Here, boys, help!" cried Tomlins, making a grimace.