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right shoulder, a la Corbett, hooked on the 

 jaw, and made the claret appear lively. Then 

 they pressed me so closely that, seeing danger 

 for me so imminent, I concluded discretion 

 the better part of valour, and down I went on 

 the sawdust on all-fours, still clinging to my 

 broken gaff. In this position I knew they 

 could not injure rne very much, if they did 

 not use their feet. 



While in this position Captain C. was 

 working around, trying to get a return rap 

 at me, and in doing so brought his great 

 muscular calf close by me. In all this fray 

 there was no temper on my part, only I was 

 full of fight, so, with a nice target within 

 reach, and so inviting, I took a pin out of 

 my coat, and gave him a prod. Great Scot ! 

 what a jump ! He never took such a stride 

 before in so short a time, I'll guarantee. Well, 

 before he had time to ascertain what hurt 

 him, eight or ten mill hands came rushing to 

 my assistance, and raised me to my feet. 

 What was that puffing and blowing off to my 

 right? What was it? do you ask. It was 

 F. pummelling that other orderly, whom he 

 had pulled off me a few minutes before. The 



