"`All right,' he says, seeing as we was serious, `all right.' And then he sells a horinge to this one, and a horinge to that one, and sixpenn'orth to another one; but not a hinch would he move. So we waits a bit, and then I gives him another gentle hint or two. "`All right,' he says agin, `wait a bit.' "Well, yer knows, sir, this went on for about half an hour, and a crowd gets collected, and every time as I speaks to him, `All right,' he says, `wait a bit,' and then the crowd laughed and the boys hoorayed. "I thinks to myself `This here won't do,' but neither Dick nor me wanted to begin, so I has one last try, and I says quietly,-- "`Now, are you a-goin' or not? Becos if you ain't we must make yer.' "`All right,' he says, `wait a bit,' and the people bust out a laughin' again, and the crowd gets bigger than ever. "`Now, then, Dick,' I says to my mate, `come on,' for I see as it was no use to be played with any longer. "So Dick goes to the barrer, and I collars the chap, and the row began. Dick lays hold o' the barrer handles quite savagely, and shoots a dozen o' horinges off inter the road, when, of course, there was a regular scramble, and somebody calls out `Shame!' Then my chap takes and throws hisself down, and gives my wrist such a screw as a'most sprained it, and then somebody else calls out `Shame!' "`Now you'd better come on quietly,' I says to my chap. `You'll do no good by making a row.' And then I tries to get him up on his legs, when some one calls out `Shame!' agin. "`What's a shame?' I says, which I didn't oughter have done, for I knew my dooty better than they could tell me. Howsoever I says it, `What's a shame?' I says. "`Ill usin' a honest man,' says the crowd. "I sees as it was no use to talk, so I gets well hold o' my chap, and seeing, as he did, as his barrer was a moving off with Dick in the sharps, and the boys a hoorayin', he gets up, and we was goin' on all right, when some on 'em calls out `Shame!' again, and that sets the chap off, and he throws hisself down, and, wuss luck, throws me down too, when off goes my box, and in the scuffle my gent jumps up, puts his foot on it, and nearly gets away. "Now this made me a bit warm, for I was hurt, and I didn't mean to let him go at no price now. So, jest as he'd shook me off and was going to bolt, I gets hold of his leg as I lays on the ground, when he gives me the savagest kick right aside o' the head, and nobody didn't cry `shame' then. "Well, I wasn't stunned, but I felt precious giddy. I jumps up, though, and lays hold of him--sticks to him, too, and sometimes we was down and sometimes up, and I know we rolled over in the mud half a dozen times. "Last of all, in one of the struggles in all of which the crowd hindered me as much as it could, my chap goes down, spang, with his head on the pavement, and me atop of him, and there he lay stunned.