"PLUNGED AT RAYTON, WITH HIS FISTS FLYING"
"See here!" he exclaimed; "that—that's no way to do! Can't you fight fair? What did you hit me with?"
The Englishman lifted his right fist, and pointed at it with the index finger of his left hand.
"That is what I hit you with," he said in matter-of-fact tones. "But if you don't think that fair, I'll land my left next time."
"Don't trouble," replied Nash. "I'm no match for a professional prize fighter. That's not my line."
"Oh, cheer up! We've just begun."
"I've finished."