I'll let him know
That I can throw
As well as he to-day!
So little Jan, huzzah!
And some said so—but others, No,
Trefry, Trefry, huzzah!"
Sol sang lustily, with his hands in his pockets and his legs extended.
"Come, lad, down on your knees, and off with my boots."
Anthony did stoop, he went on one knee, not on both, and not to pull off the old man's boots, but to pick up his single-stick, whirl it round his head, and level a blow at the head of the undefended Uncle Sol; the blow would have fallen, had not Urith, who had entered the room at the moment, sprung forward, and caught it in her hand.
"Coward!" she exclaimed, "coward!—my uncle! an old man! I hate you. Would God I had never seen you!"