TWO SPOUTS; OS, OUT FOB A LABK. 233 



" Eh ! vat's dot you are giving me ? " said Hans, liia 

 face red with passion. " Look oud, I am cuvick dem- 

 pered. You vant to make me ankry ? You mean to 

 insinuvate dot I vas a liar ? You rascal, you owner of 

 a dug-eating dog ; you wilKan. Come from this mud 

 oud und I viU bound your face into a shelly, so dot 

 your own mudder vont know you, you plasted Ameri- 

 caner." 



At this time Jim could hardly hold in. He threw 

 his gun into the mud, sawed the air violently with his 

 arms, his fists clenched, and said : 



" You don't have to ask me out to meet you twice. 

 Come on ! Oome on ! " And working himself into a 

 frenzy, punched forward, as if hitting an imaginary foe ; 

 then he would jump back, as if escaping a return blow. 



" "What shall it be, three rounds, Marquis of Queens- 

 berry ? Or to a finish, London Prize Ring ? " 



"Every feller for himselluf, Gooseperry rules. Hit 

 me vonce ! Or do some liddle ding to make me real 

 ankry ! and den I vill knock your ret head from your 

 shoulders off." 



Jim made a feint with his left, shot out his right 

 straight from the shoulder, hitting Hans a terrible blow 

 on the ear. This thoroughly aroused Hans, and like 

 an enraged bull he lowered his head, darted forward, 

 and by sheer strength, carried Jim to the earth in the 

 soft mud and rushes, landing on top. Holding 

 Jim's hands, and sitting astride of him, he exclaimed : 

 " Ah-ha ! vish your friends in the vourd va*d could see 

 you now. Take dot ! " and suiting the action to the 

 word, he hit Jim in the face. 



" Foul ! Foul ! " yelled Jim, " youhave lost the fight, 

 you hit me when I am down." 



