He skipped, ducked, and dodged.

For the first five minutes he endured fearful punishment.

Then Wessner's breath commenced to whistle between his teeth, when Freckles only had begun fighting.

He sprang back with shrill laughter.
"Begolly! and will your honor be whistling the hornpipe for me to be dancing of ?" he cried.
SPANG! went his fist into Wessner's face, and he was past him into the swale.
"And would you be pleased to tune up a little livelier ?" he gasped, and clipped his ear as he sprang back.

Wessner lunged at him in blind fury.
Freckles, seeing an opening, forgot the laws of a gentleman's game and drove the toe of his heavy wading-boot in Wessner's middle until he doubled and fell heavily.