No sooner was he up than he flew like an enraged tiger at our hero, but Andy was quite his equal in strength, and, being cool, had the advantage.
The result was that in a few seconds he found himself once more on his back.
"You see," said Andy, "it isn't safe for you to attack me.

I won't keep you down any longer, but if you touch Alfred again, I'll give you something worse." Godfrey arose from the ground, and shook his fist at Andy.
"I'll make you remember this," he said.
"I want you to remember it yourself," said Andy.
Godfrey didn't answer, but made his way to the schoolroom, sullenly.
"Thank you, Andy," said Alfred, gratefully, "for saving me from Godfrey.

He hurt me a good deal." "He's a brute," said Andy, warmly.

"Don't be afraid of him, Alfred, but come and tell me if he touches you again.

I'll give him something he won't like." "You must be very strong, Andy," said the little boy, admiringly.