"Yer fool, yerself!" said Bill. "I'm not as big a fool as I look——"
"Git! Your no more brains than a 'en."
"Nor 'ave you either," said Bill.
"I've twice as many brains, as you," said Section 4.
"So 'ave I," was the answer made by Bill; then getting pugilistic he thundered out: "I'll give yer one on the moosh."
"Will yer?" said Section 4.
"Straight I will. Give you one across your ugly phiz! It looks as if it had been out all night and some one dancing on it."
Bill took off his cap and flung it on the ground as if it were the gauntlet of a knight of old. His hair, short and wiry, stood up on end. Section 4 looked at it.
"Your hair looks like furze in a fit," said Section 4.
"You're lookin' for one on the jor," said Bill closing and opening his fist. "And I'll give yer one."