"Vait a moment," said Sleepy Sol "I can sell you a sponge sheap; I've got a beauty in my bag."
There were plenty of sponges about, but the newcomer bought the second-hand sponge.
"Do you want any more?" the young man affably inquired of his prostrate adversary.
The hostler gave a groan. He was shamed before a friend whom he had early convinced of his fistic superiority.
"No, I reckon he don't," said his friend, with a knowing grin at the conqueror.
"Then I will wish you a good day," said the young man. "Come along, father."
"Yes, ma son-in-law," said Sleepy Sol.
"Do you know who that was, Joe?" said his friend, as he sponged away the blood.
Joe shook his head.
"That was Dutch Sam," said his friend in an awe-struck whisper.