Springing quickly to his feet, he ran swiftly away.
"Good for you, you old debble!" he cried from a safe distance.
Henry Morton, though he found it difficult to restrain his laughter, turned to Ajax and said, "I think it's time we interfered.

If you'll overtake the little black boy and give him a shaking up, just to keep him out of mischief hereafter, I'll go and help the old lady." Ajax started on his errand.

Pomp, now really alarmed, strove to escape from this more formidable adversary, but in vain.

He was destined to receive a summary castigation.
Meanwhile, the young man approached Mrs.Payson.
"I hope you're not much hurt, madam," said he respectfully.
"I expect about every bone in my body's broke," she groaned.
Raising her to her feet, it became manifest that the damage was limited to a pair of hands begrimed by contact with the earth.

Nevertheless, the old lady persisted that "something or 'nother was broke.