As they were putting the racing saddle, bridles, and other gear into the vehicle, Charlie, who had been fuming ever since his defeat, caught sight of the missing lead-bag.

He picked it up without a word, and with a fierce gleam in his eye, started over to the group of dancers, followed hurriedly by Carew.

Just as young Mick was repeating his challenge to run, jump, dance, or fight anybody in the district, Gordon threw the lead-bag, weighing about six pounds, full in Red Mick's face.
"There's your lead, you thief!" he said.

"Dance on that!" Red Mick staggered back a pace or two, picked up an empty bottle from the ground, and made a dash at Gordon.

The latter let out a vicious drive with his left that caught Mick under the ear and sent him down like a bullock.