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“
Begolly
!
and
will
your
honor
be
whistling
the
hornpipe
for
me
to
be
dancing
of
?
”
he
cried
.
SPANG
!
went
his
fist
into
Wessner
’
s
face
,
and
he
was
past
him
into
the
swale
.
“
And
would
you
be
pleased
to
tune
up
a
little
livelier
?
”
he
gasped
,
and
clipped
his
ear
as
he
sprang
back
.
Wessner
lunged
at
him
in
blind
fury
.
Freckles
,
seeing
an
opening
,
forgot
the
laws
of
a
gentleman
’
s
game
and
drove
the
toe
of
his
heavy
wading
-
boot
in
Wessner
’
s
middle
until
he
doubled
and
fell
heavily
.
In
a
flash
Freckles
was
on
him
.
For
a
time
McLean
could
not
see
what
was
happening
.
“
Go
!
Go
to
him
now
!
”
he
commanded
himself
,
but
so
intense
was
his
desire
to
see
the
boy
win
alone
that
he
did
not
stir
.
At
last
Freckles
sprang
up
and
backed
away
.
“
Time
!
”
he
yelled
as
a
fury
.
“
Be
getting
up
,
Mr
.
Wessner
,
and
don
’
t
be
afraid
of
hurting
me
.
I
’
ll
let
you
throw
in
an
extra
hand
and
lick
you
to
me
complate
satisfaction
all
the
same
.
Did
you
hear
me
call
the
limit
?
Will
you
get
up
and
be
facing
me
?
”
As
Wessner
struggled
to
his
feet
,
he
resembled
a
battlefield
,
for
his
clothing
was
in
ribbons
and
his
face
and
hands
streaming
blood
.
“
I
—
I
guess
I
got
enough
,
”
he
mumbled
.
“
Oh
,
you
do
?
”
roared
Freckles
.
“
Well
this
ain
’
t
your
say
.
You
come
on
to
me
ground
,
lying
about
me
Boss
and
intimatin
’
I
’
d
stale
from
his
very
pockets
.
Now
will
you
be
standing
up
and
taking
your
medicine
like
a
man
,
or
getting
it
poured
down
the
throat
of
you
like
a
baby
?
I
ain
’
t
got
enough
!
This
is
only
just
the
beginning
with
me
.
Be
looking
out
there
!
”
He
sprang
against
Wessner
and
sent
him
rolling
.
He
attacked
the
unresisting
figure
and
fought
him
until
he
lay
limp
and
quiet
and
Freckles
had
no
strength
left
to
lift
an
arm
.
Then
he
arose
and
stepped
back
,
gasping
for
breath
.
With
his
first
lungful
of
air
he
shouted
:
“
Time
!
”
But
the
figure
of
Wessner
lay
motionless
.
Freckles
watched
him
with
regardful
eye
and
saw
at
last
that
he
was
completely
exhausted
.
He
bent
over
him
,
and
catching
him
by
the
back
of
the
neck
,
jerked
him
to
his
knees
.
Wessner
lifted
the
face
of
a
whipped
cur
,
and
fearing
further
punishment
,
burst
into
shivering
sobs
,
while
the
tears
washed
tiny
rivulets
through
the
blood
and
muck
.
Freckles
stepped
back
,
glaring
at
Wessner
,
but
suddenly
the
scowl
of
anger
and
the
ugly
disfiguring
red
faded
from
the
boy
’
s
face
.
He
dabbed
at
a
cut
on
his
temple
from
which
issued
a
tiny
crimson
stream
,
and
jauntily
shook
back
his
hair
.
