"Well, you see, nobody can tell that till it's tried.

The Squire is a regular bruiser, I promise you, though I grant you are a strapping young fellow, and you have told me that you know how to use your fists.

That's a great thing, mind you, for a man to ha' learnt; a deal better than Latin or such-like, in my opinion.

Folks talk of life-preservers and pistols, but there's nothing like a good pair of well-handled fists when one has to tackle a poacher.

I've been at Crompton, man and boy, these fifty years, and had a good many rough-and-tumbles with that sort, and I have never had the worst of it yet.