Then she flew at him, and what a scene it was! She, black, brawny, of immense physical power--he, lithe, sinewy, supple as a panther. It was a spectacle! First one, then the other, seemed to have the advantage. She would catch him in her powerful grasp, and, lifting him off his feet, swing him in the air as if about to slam him to his final resting-place, when by some inexplicable manoeuvre he would writhe from between her fingers or wriggle himself to the back of her neck and mash her nose flat against her breast as if bent on suffocating her or breaking her neck. In a moment she would reach back with both hands and pull him over her head very much as men doff a shirt. Likely as not, Chang came down with his heels in the air, and at it they would go again. Presently she was tripped, and fell with a violence that should have broken every bone in her body, but before Chang-how could pursue his advantage she had wheeled on her side, wound his queue halfway up her arm and had her knee on his breast. "Good for you, An--! I mean, aren't you ashamed of yourself? Stop! for Heaven's sake, stop! You might kill him." As well have spoken to the winds. And as they became more terribly in earnest I began to scream for help: "Stop, Anarky! (Murder! murder!)--Here, Chang, take the poker. (_Mu--u--u--r--_der!) Great Heaven! don't hit her with it! Stop, Chang-how! (Mur--_d--e--r!_ Oh, mercy! somebody come!)--Here, Anarky, take the pota- (Mur--_d--e--r--rr!_)--potato-masher and don't kill (_M--u--r_--der!)--kill him with it, unless he kills you first.--Oh, mercy! mercy! I don't know what else to give you all to keep you from killing (Murder!)--killing each other with.--Anarky, you are breaking his neck!--Here's a flatiron, Chang! (Murder! Fire! fire! fire!)" This brought the neighbors and the neighbors' children, and their neighbors and their neighbors' children, and finally a forlorn policeman, who marched Anarky to the magistrate's office and left Chang to do up his pigtail at leisure, and reflect how often he had sinned and gone unwhipt of justice, and now, in the hour of peace and in the act of duty, retribution had deliberately sought him out, and found him and disposed of him as afore told. It seems that Anarky went quietly enough to the magistrate, who gave her the choice between going to jail and depositing five dollars as security for her appearance next morning for examination. Not having five dollars to deposit, she was allowed an hour in which to seek some one who would go bail for her. At the end of that time she returned to the office panting, exhausted, wiping the perspiration from her face with her blue cotton apron. "Who is going bail for you?" she was asked.