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As Dan advanced, the stick, flourished at random, fell on his wrist with
a crack, and in a burst of rage he rushed at the blind man, and smote
him down with blow on blow. Blind George, beaten to a heap, but cowed
not at all, howled like a wild beast, and struck madly with his stick.
The stick reached its mark more than once, and goaded Ogle to a greater
fury. He punched and kicked at the plunging wretch at his feet: who,
desperate and unflinching, with his mouth spluttering blood and curses,
never ceased to strike back as best he might.
At the noise Grimes came hurrying from his office. For a moment he stood
astonished, and then he ran and caught Dan by the arm. "I won't have
it!" he cried. "If you want to fight you go somewhere else.
You--why--why, damme, the man's blind!"
Favoured by the interruption, Blind George crawled a little off,
smearing his hand through the blood on his face, breathless and
battered, but facing his enemy still, with unabashed malevolence. For a
moment Ogle turned angrily on Grimes, but checked himself, and let fall
his hands. "Blind?" he snarled. "He'll be dead too, if he don't keep
that stick to hisself; that's what he'll be!"
The blind man got on his feet, and backed away, smearing the grisly face
as he went. "Ah! hold him back!" he cried, with a double mouthful of
oaths. "Hold him hack for his own sake! I ain't done with you, Dan Ogle,
not yet! Fight? Ah, I'll fight you--an' fight you level! I mean it! I
do! I'll fight you level afore I've done with you! Dead I'll be, will I?
Not afore you, an' not afore I've paid you!" So he passed over the bank,
threatening fiercely.
"Look here," said Grimes to Ogle, "this ends this business. I've had
enough o' you. You find some other lodgings."
"All right," Ogle growled. "I'm going: after to-night."
"I dunno why I was fool enough to let you come," Grimes pursued. "An'
when I did, I never said your pals was to come too. I remember that
blind chap now; I see him in Blue Gate, an' I don't think much of him.
An' there was another chap this morning. Up to no good, none of ye; an'
like as not to lose me my job. So I'll find another use for that shed,
see?"
"All right," the other sulkily repeated. "I tell ye I'm going: after
to-night."
CHAPTER XXIV
ON THE COP
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