'I don't know that I want anything for myself,' said I, somewhat
elated at the success of my conjecture, 'but I should like fair play
for my friend inside. Pheasants are scarce hereabouts, but possibly
other things might come in useful. I needn't specify,' I continued
airily, 'to a gentleman of your intelligence; 'twould be superfluous.'
For reply he made a bound at me, head down, and both fists
outstretched. It was as the rush of the bull for the matador's flag,
and my bound aside just saved me from his charge, though his right
fist touched me on the chest and sent me staggering backward.
He turned, and came again; this time I had more space for manoeuvre,
and the memory of an old fencing trick, learned in Angelo's school of
arms, swift as a flashlight, lit within my brain. I leant forward as
though to meet him like a boxer, then, as he rushed upon me, turned
quickly sideways, fencing fashion, and slipped half a foot backward.
He missed me by a hand's breadth; a reek of tobacco touched me hotly
on the cheek; another moment and I had leapt forward on a late 'time
thrust,' and caught my antagonist neatly just behind the ear. I had
been unable to put any strength into the blow, but it proved to be
enough to upset his poise. He staggered, stooped, and then fell
headlong on the path, scarce having time to break his fall with hand
or arm.
He lay there for a moment or two, apparently half-dazed; then, slowly
picking himself up, leant back with folded arms against an apple-tree,
and surveyed me with a sort of sulky resignation.
'Well, you've got the better o' me again,' said he; 'you've the luck
on your side, nae doot. "Bing lay your shero,"' I overheard him mutter
to himself under his breath, which, taken in conjunction with his
name, amply sufficed to confirm my conjecture of his gipsy origin.
'What is 't ye want wi' me?' he continued, in a louder voice.
'As I said before,' I replied slowly, seating myself upon a wooden
bench in front of the arbour, 'I only require fair play for my friend
within. A man of the world like yourself can easily deceive him, even
to the half of his kingdom; and if he has a fancy to cure the leopard
of his spots or whitewash the Ethiopian--or perhaps I might say the
"Egyptian" rather--I would like the process to be as inexpensive as
possible to him--you understand?' I queried of my opposite, smiling as
I spoke; for I had the whip-hand of him undoubtedly, and to be
unpleasant politely is part of the lawyer's art.
'To put the matter more clearly still,' I continued, for he had made
no response to my suggestion, 'I think a week of fresh air and quiet
seclusion in the country should be enough for any man of active habits
after a period of enforced leisure; the hair, moreover, grows quickly
in a country retreat, as Joshua's messengers found of old, and,
briefly, what I would advise is a moonlight flitting.'
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