"I'll settle him! I'll teach him manners!" he cried.
Jill climbed a gate-post to watch results. It was not Jack's first fight, and she felt confident that he would come off victorious. She cheered him on lustily, and longed to be in the fray herself. But the small boy proved to be a better pugilist than Jack, and Jill was filled with dismay when she saw Jack thrown violently to the ground, his opponent sitting on his chest triumphantly.
"Will 'ee have some more?"
"Get up," said Jack sullenly.
"Not till 'ee pays me thruppence for that there milk."
Jill dived into her pocket and threw three coppers at the boy.
"I shall tell Mona, and she'll have you punished for fighting us, you wicked boy!"
The victor laughed, slung his can over his shoulder, and ran off. Jack raised himself from the ground with difficulty.
"He's given my head such a bump on the ground," he said, "that I feel quite queer."