A swaggering babe accustomed to strut in his own dooryard.

The youth wondered where had been born these new eyes; when his comrade had made the great discovery that there were many men who would refuse to be subjected by him.

Apparently, the other had now climbed a peak of wisdom from which he could perceive himself as a very wee thing.

And the youth saw that ever after it would be easier to live in his friend's neighborhood.
His comrade balanced his ebony coffee-cup on his knee.

"Well, Henry," he said, "what d'yeh think th' chances are?
D'yeh think we'll wallop 'em ?" The youth considered for a moment.