The sympathies of those around were most generally with the ruffian; and the aspect of affairs was something unlucky, when the latter was not only permitted to recommence the attack, but when the youth was pinioned to the ground by others of the gang, and disarmed of all defence.

The moment was perilous; and, whooping like a savage, Forrester leaped in between, dealing at the same time his powerful blows from one to the other, right and left, and making a clear field around the youth.
"Fair play is all I ask, boys--fair play, and we can lick the whole of you.

Hurra for old Carolina.

Who's he says a word against her?
Let him stand up, and be knocked down.

How's it, 'squire--you an't hurt, I reckon?
I hope not; if you are, I'll have a shot with Rivers myself on the spot." But Munro interposed: "We have had enough outcry, Forrester.