"I hope I shall soon be good enough for you to go for my face as well, Joe."
"But, sir—if I give you a black eye—"
"How will—say, ten dollars do?"
"Ten dollars! For blacking your eye, sir?"
"Lumme, Joe!" cried the Old Un, "get back into the ring and black 'em both—"
"Shut up!" said Joe, scowling down into the Old Un's eager face, "you 'eartless old bloodsucker, you!"
"Bloodsucker!" screamed the old man, "w'ot, me? I'll punch you on the ear-'ole, Joe, so's you never 'ear nothin' no more."
"Are you on, Joe?" asked Ravenslee, while the Old Un, swearing softly, unlaced his gloves.
"But, crumbs, sir—axin' your pardon, things'll come a bit expensive, won't they? Y' see—"
"So much the better, ye blighted perisher!" snarled the Old Un, "an' don't forget as the Guv owes you thirty dollars a'ready—an' 'arves, mind."