But, just as Charles was about to attack Frank, a new actor appeared.

Harry Butler, who had greatly changed his mind in regard to "thrashing the Hillers," seeing that the attack was about to be renewed, sprang down the steps, and caught Charles in his arms, and threw him to the ground, like a log.
The others had been no less successful in repulsing their assailants; and, when Charles rose to his feet, he saw three or four of the Regulators, who had followed him to the attack, sprawling on the ground, and the rest retreating precipitately.
"Now," said Harry, "let's stop this.

We've had enough of it." But Charles, and several more of the Regulators, seemed to be of a different opinion, and were about to recommence their hostile demonstrations, when Harry continued, "We've only been playing with you so far Charley; so you had better not try to come any more of your Regulator tricks on us.

We don't want to fight, but we shall defend ourselves." "If you had attended to your own affairs, you would not have been obliged to defend yourselves," said Charles, sullenly.
"What sort of fellows do you suppose we are ?" said Harry.

"If you expected us to stand still and see thirty fellows pitch on one, you are very much mistaken." "Come, Lee," said Frank, taking the former by the arm, "I guess we can go now.