“’Tisn’t cowardly: it’s the true art of war. Get your enemy up in a corner where he can’t help himself, and then pound him like that, and that.”
“Oh!—oh!”
“Yes, it is ‘Oh!’ I never felt any one with such hard, bony ribs before; Jemmy Carnach is soft compared to you.”
“I say, you’re killing me!”
“Am I? Like to be killed?”
“No. Oh! I say, Mike, don’t, there’s a good fellow! Let me get up.”
“Are you licked?”
“Yes, quite.”
“Will you hit me if I let you get up?”
“No, you coward.”