Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and LaswareeBrereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
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Jones of the 64th: A Tale of the Battles of Assaye and Laswaree
Brereton, F. S. (Frederick Sadleir)
Maratha War, 1803 -- Juvenile fiction
"Then look to yourself," cried Hargreaves, as he swung his fists. "I'll
show you whether a youngster from the poorhouse can do as he likes
aboard ship."
He came at our hero warily, for there was something about the latter's
attitude which spoke of good training in the art of self-defence. Then,
as Owen did nothing more than keep him at a distance, he mistook his
caution for fear and temerity. He rushed in with big swinging blows,
only to retire with stars flashing before his eyes, and a severely cut
lip. After that he lost his temper, and for a time Owen had his hands
very full. Twice he was caught by a rush and knocked to the ground. But
he was on his feet in a moment, facing Hargreaves. When four rounds had
been fought the latter was almost exhausted, while his younger and more
active antagonist was comparatively fresh.
"You have him now," said Simpson, as Owen sat at his corner waiting for
the call of time. "Go in and win this time. Give him a good beating, and
you will never need to fear trouble from any one again."
Our hero followed the instructions to the letter. Hitherto he had
allowed his opponent to prance round him, and had only struck when he
was sure of being able to reach his antagonist. But now he closed with
him, and for a minute beat him round and round the circle, getting in
beneath his guard and finally sending him with a crash amidst the
audience.
"Time!" shouted Simpson. "Dandy, is your man beaten? Does he give in?"
There was a sulky nod from the other side, and then a roar of cheering
which could be heard on the upper deck. Owen rose from his seat, wiped
his face with a towel, and went across to his enemy.
"We have had a fair fight and I have won," he said in friendly tones.
"You did not understand me before, and perhaps I did not like you. Let
this settle our differences, and be friends."
There was another shout at that, while Hargreaves lifted his head and
smiled. At heart he was a very good fellow, and he was man enough to own
that he was beaten.
"I behaved badly, Jones," he said, "and you have beaten me handsomely
for my treatment of you. I apologise for what I have done, and I will
gladly be friends."
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