"I'll give ye a bat on the sconce.

Back, now." "What the hell!" cried another of the strikers, pushing the other way, adding at the same time some lusty oaths.
Crack came an officer's club on his forehead.

He blinked his eyes blindly a few times, wobbled on his legs, threw up his hands, and staggered back.

In return, a swift fist landed on the officer's neck.
Infuriated by this, the latter plunged left and right, laying about madly with his club.

He was ably assisted by his brother of the blue, who poured ponderous oaths upon the troubled waters.