“That doesn’t matter—No—not here—Dicky, if you don’t behave, I’ll get into the tub—Gracious! what’s that?”
“He’s down!” cried Patsy, who had been standing up to see better.
“Who?” asked Mr Fanshawe.
“The Mimber of Parlyment—Misther Boxall—Bob Mahony’s grassed him——”
“They’re all fighting!” cried Violet. “Come, Mr Fanshawe—Patsy——” She started for the gates at a run.
CHAPTER XXI
MR BOXALL GETS IN THE WAY
When the General had arrived on the scene, Shan had just got in and landed his antagonist a drum-sounding blow on the ribs with the butt of his whip.
“Seize the other chap, Boxall!” cried General Grampound, making for Mahony.
He was just half a second too late; the soot bag, swung like a club, missed Shan, and, catching Mr Boxall fair and square on the side of his face, sent him spinning like a tee-totum across the road, and head over heels in the ditch.