"The darned lamb-licker--he's broke and has been all evening.

I don't know what made me stand for 'im long as I did." Billy, moved perhaps by weariness rather than mercy, let go his man and straightened up, feeling mechanically for his hat.

His eyes met those of the melancholy Mr.Dill.
"If you're quite through"-- bang! went the heads--"perhaps we may as well"-- bang!--"leave this unruly crowd"-- bang!!--"and go to our room.
It is after eleven o'clock." Mr.Dill looked as though his present occupation was unpleasant but necessary and as though, to please Billy, he could keep it up indefinitely.
Charming Billy stood quite still, staring at the other and at what he was doing; and while he stared and wondered, something came into the heart of him and quite changed his destiny.

He did not know what it was, or why it was so; at the time he realized only a deep amazement that Mr.Dill, mild of manner, correct of speech and wistful-eyed, should be standing there banging the heads of two men who were considered rather hard to handle.

Certainly Jack Morgan was reputed a "bad actor" when it came to giving blows.