I tell you what; make that boy of yours strip and stand up, and I'll back the Parson's youngster for doubles or quits.

Off with your coat, my son, and stand up to him!" Taffy turned round in a daze.

He did not understand.

His eyes met Honoria's, and they were fastened on him curiously.

He was white in the face; the sight of the murdered game-cock had sickened him.
"He doesn't look flourishing." Sir Harry mimicked the Squire's recent manner.
Taffy turned with the look of a hunted animal.