"Now then, young cove," repeated the man I have alluded to, "where are you a-pushing of? Don't do it again, or mind your eye!" And, saying this, he glared balefully at me with one eye and leered jocosely with the other, and into my ribs came his elbow again.
"You seem to be able to do something in that way yourself," I retorted.
"Oh—do I?"
"Yes," said I; "suppose you take your elbow out of my waistcoat."
"'Elber,'" repeated the man, "what d'ye mean by 'elber'?"
"This," said I, catching his arm in no very gentle grip.
"If it's a fight you're wantin'—" began the man.
"It isn't!" said I.
"Then leggo my arm!"
"Then keep your elbow to yourself."