Yo've gien him a taste he'll not forget in a week o' Sundays.

Let him go.' Jim, with more oaths, struggled to get free, but the landlord had quelled many rows in his time, and his wrists were worthy of his calling.

Meanwhile his wife helped up the boy.

David was no sooner on his feet than he made another mad rush for Wigson, and it needed the combined efforts of landlord, landlady, and servant-girl to part the two again.

Then the landlord, seizing David from behind by 'the scuft of the neck,' ran him out to the door in a twinkling.
'Go 'long wi yo! An if yo coom raisin th' divil here again, see iv I don't gie yo a souse on th' yed mysel.' And he shoved his charge out adroitly and locked the door.
David staggered across the road as though still under the impetus given by the landlord's shove.
The servant-girl took advantage of the loud cross-fire of talk which immediately rose at the bar round Jim Wigson to run to a corner window and lift the blind.