Indeed, his usually abounding good nature made all fighting disagreeable to him.

Now, however, he drove in as though Dolph Gage were a punching-bag.
"Stand up, man, and fight as though you had some sand in you!" Tom ordered.

"Get up steam, and defend yourself." "I have had enough," Gage gasped.

Indeed, his face looked as though he had.
"Are you a baby ?" Reade demanded contemptuously.

"Can't you fight with anything but your tongue!" "You wait and I'll show you," snarled the badly battered man.
"What's the need of waiting ?" Tom jeered, and swung in another blow that sent Gage to the ground.
"Eh! Josh!" bellowed Gage, with all the breath he had left.
"Hustle o-o-o-over here!" "Let 'em come!" vaunted Reade.