But the scoundrels struggled from under Dicky and our tramp, shook off the dogs and some bits of trouser, and fled heavily down the road.
Our Pig-man said, 'Get along home!' to the disagreeable boys, and 'Shoo'd' them as if they were hens, and they went.

H.O.ran back when they began to go up the road, and there we were, all standing breathless in tears on the scene of the late desperate engagement.

Oswald gives you his word of honour that his and Dicky's tears were tears of pure rage.
There are such things as tears of pure rage.

Anyone who knows will tell you so.
We picked up our own tramp and bathed the lump on his forehead with lemonade.

The water in the zinc bath had been upset in the struggle.
Then he and the Pig-man and his kind friends helped us carry our things home.
The Pig-man advised us on the way not to try these sort of kind actions without getting a grown-up to help us.