“No, uncle: those two gipsy lads.”
“What! who attacked you before?”
“Yes, and they tried it again. Aunt, they got the worst of it this time.”
“You—you thrashed them?” cried the doctor, excitedly.
“Yes, uncle.”
“Alone?”
“Oh, yes: only with someone looking on.”
“But you beat them alone; gave them a thorough good er—er—licking, as you call it, sir?”
“Yes, uncle; awful.”
“Quite beat them?”