At length Lenoir's superior strength and science prevailed, tough as the waggoner was.
The latter lay under the coiner, whose knee pressed cruelly upon his chest.
"Now ask my pardon," said Lenoir.
"Never!" roared the defeated waggoner, stoutly.
"I shall kill you if you don't," said Lenoir, threateningly.
"Mind you don't get finished off first," said the waggoner significantly.
As he spoke, he was looking up over his conqueror's shoulder.
Lenoir perceived this, but thought it only a ruse to get him to shift his hold.
So, with a contemptuous smile, he raised his clenched fist to deal the luckless waggoner a blow that was to knock every scrap of sense out of his unfortunate cranium.
"Take that!"