"Then you can't cross; that's settled."
"We'll see! Take that! and that!"
Percy began to strike out wildly. Ralph warded off most of the blows, and then upset the aristocratic bully on his back and came down on top of him. They rolled over together, and at length Percy set up a howl of pain.
"Oh, my shoulder! You have twisted it out of place!"
"Have you had enough?" demanded Ralph.
"Yes! yes!"
"Will you pay the toll?"
"I don't want to go over now."
"All right, then, you can go back to shore."
Ralph arose to his feet, and the aristocratic bully slowly followed. Several persons were coming across the bridge now, and the young bridge tender ran to collect their tolls, leaving his late antagonist to brush off his sadly-soiled clothes.