Scratching his head, he cried: "Begorrah, but yees can't repate _that_ trick!" making a rush toward his antagonist, who stood calmly awaiting his onset.
"By heavens, I'll give you something different then!" said the man, as he caught him bodily in his arms, and running to the edge of the river, flung him sprawling into it.

The water was deep, and it required considerable struggling to reach the shore.
This last prodigious exhibition of strength inspired the Irishman with a sort of respect for the stranger.

Teddy had found very few men, even among frontiersmen and Indians, who could compete with him in a hand-to-hand struggle; yet, there was now no question but what he was overmatched, and he could but admire, in a degree, the man who so easily handled his assailant.

It was useless to attack the enemy after such a repulse; so he quietly seated himself upon the shore.
"Would ye have the kindness, ye assassinating disciple of the crowner's jury, whin yees have jist shown how nately ye can dishpose of a man like meself, to tell me why it was you run so mighty harrd whin I took once before after yees?
Why didn't ye pause, and sarve me then jist as ye have done?
I'd jist like to know that before we go any further wid _this_ matter." "It wasn't because I feared you!" said the hunter, turning sullenly away, and walking into the wood.
"Farewell!" called out Teddy, waving his hand toward him.

"Ye're a beauty, and yees have quite taking ways wid ye; but it wouldn't be safe for me to find yees lurking about the cabin, if I had a rifle in me hand.