'It's mine now,'said the fellow;'I swore I would seize it the next time I found it on my beat;ay,and beat the master too.'
'I am not Slingsby.'
'All's one for that.'
'You don't say you will beat me?'
'Afraid was the word.'
'I'm sick and feeble.'
'Hold up your fists.'
'Won't the horse satisfy you?'
'Horse nor bellows either.'
'No mercy,then?'
'Here's at you.'
'Mind your eyes,Jack.There,you've got it.I thought so,'
shouted the girl,as the fellow staggered back from a sharp blow in the eye;'I thought he was chaffing at you all along.'
'Never mind,Anselo.You know what to do-go in,'said the vulgar woman,who had hitherto not spoken a word,but who now came forward with all the look of a fury;'go inapopli;you'll smash ten like he.'
The Flaming Tinman took her advice,and came in bent on smashing,but stopped short on receiving a left-handed blow on the nose.
'You'll never beat the Flaming Tinman in that way,'said the girl,looking at me doubtfully.
And so I began to think myself,when,in the twinkling of an eye,the Flaming Tinman,disengaging himself of his frock-coat,and dashing off his red night-cap,came rushing in more desperately than ever.To a flush hit which he received in the mouth he paid as little attention as a wild bull would have done;in a moment his arms were around me,and in another he had hurled me down,falling heavily upon me.The fellow's strength appeared to be tremendous.
'Pay him off now,'said the vulgar woman.The Flaming Tinman made no reply,but,planting his knee on my breast,seized my throat with two huge horny hands.I gave myself up for dead,and probably should have been so in another minute but for the tall girl,who caught hold of the handkerchief which the fellow wore round his neck,with a grasp nearly as powerful us that with which he pressed my throat.
'Do you call that fair play?'said she.
'Hands off,Belle,'said the other woman;'do you call it fair play to interfere?hands off,or I'll be down upon you myself.'
But Belle paid no heed to the injunction,and tugged so hard at the handkerchief that the Flaming Tinman was nearly throttled;suddenly relinquishing his hold of me,he started on his feet,and aimed a blow at my fair preserver,who avoided it,but said coolly:-'Finish t'other business first,and then I'm your woman whenever you like;but finish it fairly-no foul play when I'm by-I'll be the boy's second,and Moll can pick up you when he happens to knock you down.'
The battle during the next ten minutes raged with considerable fury,but it so happened that during this time I was never able to knock the Flaming Tinman down,but on the contrary received six knock-down blows myself.'I can never stand this,'said I,as Isat on the knee of Belle,'I am afraid I must give in;the Flaming Tinman hits very hard,'and I spat out a mouthful of blood.
'Sure enough you'll never beat the Flaming Tinman in the way you fight-it's of no use flipping at the Flaming Tinman with your left hand;why don't you use your right?'
'Because I'm not handy with it,'said I;and then getting up,Ionce more confronted the Flaming Tinman,and struck him six blows for his one,but they were all left-handed blows,and the blow which the Flaming Tinman gave me knocked me off my legs.
'Now,will you use Long Melford?'said Belle,picking me up.
'I don't know what you mean by Long Melford,'said I,gasping for breath.
'Why,this long right of yours,'said Belle,feeling my right arm;'if you do,I shouldn't wonder if you yet stand a chance.'And now the Flaming Tinman was once more ready,much more ready than myself.I,however,rose from my second's knee as well as my weakness would permit me.On he came,striking left and right,appearing almost as fresh as to wind and spirit as when he first commenced the combat,though his eyes were considerably swelled,and his nether lip was cut in two;on he came,striking left and right,and I did not like his blows at all,or even the wind of them,which was anything but agreeable,and I gave way before him.
At last he aimed a blow which,had it taken full effect,would doubtless have ended the battle,but owing to his slipping,the fist only grazed my left shoulder,and came with terrific force against a tree,close to which I had been driven;before the Tinman could recover himself,I collected all my strength,and struck him beneath the ear,and then fell to the ground completely exhausted;and it so happened that the blow which I struck the Tinker beneath the ear was a right-handed blow.
'Hurrah for Long Melford!'I heard Belle exclaim;'there is nothing like Long Melford for shortness,all the world over.'At these words I turned round my head as I lay,and perceived the Flaming Tinman stretched upon the ground apparently senseless.'He is dead,'said the vulgar woman,as she vainly endeavoured to raise him up;'he is dead;the best man in all the north country,killed in this fashion,by a boy!'Alarmed at these words,I made shift to get on my feet;and,with the assistance of the woman,placed my fallen adversary in a sitting posture.I put my hand to his heart,and felt a slight pulsation-'He's not dead,'said I,'only stunned;if he were let blood,he would recover presently.'Iproduced a penknife which I had in my pocket,and,baring the arm of the Tinman,was about to make the necessary incision,when the woman gave me a violent blow,and,pushing me aside,exclaimed,'I'll tear the eyes out of your head if you offer to touch him.Do you want to complete your work,and murder him outright,now he's asleep?you have had enough of his blood already.
