He determined, for the credit of the sixth, that the fight should not go on, and bursting into the ring, with his strong shoulders he hurled on each side the boys who stood in his way, and struck down the lifted arms of the fighters.
"You _shan't_ fight," he said, doggedly, thrusting himself between them; "so there's an end of it.

If you do, you'll both have to fight me first." "Shame!" said several of the boys, and the cry was caught up by Bull and others.
"Shame, is it ?" said Duncan, and his lip curled with scorn.

"There's only one way to argue with, you fellows.

Bull, if you, or any other boy, repeat that word, I'll thrash him.

Here, Monty, come away from this disgraceful scene." "I'm sick enough of it," said Montagu, "and am ready to stop if Williams is,--provided no one touches Wright." "I'm sick of it too," said Eric sullenly.
"Then you two shall shake hands," said Duncan.
For one instant--an instant which he regretted till the end of his life--Montagu drew himself up and hesitated.