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who revolved on his own axis, and 

 anon Bismarck walking round Peter, who 

 similarly watched the foe. . . . What 

 Bismarck's error was, his back being 

 towards me at the "dramatic instant, I do 

 not exactly know; but Peter was quick 

 enough. Bismarck had been hit sharply 

 under the chin, and was on his back. 



"No' hurt, I hope?" said Peter, 

 cheerily. " No, no ! Just a bit tap that 

 does nae real herm, though at the minute 

 it feels as bad as a knock on the funny 

 bone. I propose a short interval for 

 refreshments." 



"Refreshments certainly," said Bis- 

 marck, rising and laughing ; " but I don't 

 think we'll begin again. I'm outclassed, 

 Peter." 



" Hoot, toot ! Dinna' say that at this 

 early stage ! It micht just as easily be 

 your turn next time. I saw ye tryin' 

 for't. You're just as fine a chiel as ony I 

 ha'e met since I was walloped by the 

 laird frae Comrie. Dear me ! that was a 

 dooncome ! He was white-haired and 



