"There, that will do. He'll come to after awhile," he remarked, "but he will do no more mischief at present. You chivalrous little jackass," he continued, turning to Gray, who was wiping the blood from his face, "I saw you throw away your stick when we first caught sight of you. It's lucky you weren't killed. Of course you couldn't help fighting under these circumstances, but if you ever get caught with a beast like that again, don't ever try fair prize-ring methods with him. It is only in books that the nice young man thrashes two or three toughs bigger than himself in a square fight. These chaps know how to fight just as well as you; what is more, they know how to fight foul, and always do if they get a chance. Just remember, now, if you ever have to tackle this kind of cattle again, cut him right over with your stick. Paste him under the ear for keeps." "If this isn't just my luck!" said Gray, looking ruefully at the blood on his handkerchief. "Here have I been longing and praying for this sort of an opportunity, and when it comes, by Jove, I get a thundering licking and another fellow comes along and saves me and the girl both. Hang it, Charlie, I could have held on to him until she got away." "Too bad," laughed Rivers, "I beg your pardon. I didn't think. I ought to have let you get killed or gouged for her and glory, oughtn't I? Come, cheer up, old man, you did a great deal more than I, and deserve all the favors. Let's go back and see her." They walked back to Holworthy and the fair _casus belli_. The latter had paused in her flight on the arrival of the reinforcements, and with natural curiosity and anxiety had watched the fray from a distance. As her rescued rescuer and his rescuer came up, she held out her hand to Rivers, and uttered her gratitude in nervous broken sentences. She expressed much sympathy for Gray. SERIOUS SITUATIONS IN BURLEIGH'S ROOM.[1] [Footnote 1: This farce is printed by the kind permission of the Hasty Pudding Club for which it was originally written.] SCENE:--Room of Hudson, Burleigh, and Co. (Co. being Topsy, the terrier). Burleigh seated in easy chair, legs stretched towards fire, back to table, dog in lap, reading and smoking long pipe. _Hudson_ [_from his bedroom_]. Oh, Ned! _Burleigh._ Hullo? _Hud._ Aren't you going to the Assembly to-night? [_Enter Hudson from bedroom putting on evening coat._] _Burl._ [_without looking up_]. Did you ever know me to go to more than one Harvard Assembly? Don't ask foolish questions. _Hud._ Well, don't you be such a lazy lummox. [_Going to looking-glass._] Really, Ned, you ought to go out more among decent people.