“Yes.”
“No one’s looking—”
“That doesn’t matter—No—not here—Dicky, if you don’t behave, I’ll get into the tub—Gracious! what’s that?”
“He’s down!” cried Patsy, who had been standing up to see better.
“Who?” asked Mr. Fanshawe.
“The Mimber of Parlyment—Misther Boxall—Bob Mahony’s grassed him—”
“They’re all fighting!” cried Violet. “Come, Mr. Fanshawe—Patsy—” She started for the gates at a run.
When the General had arrived on the scene, Shan had just got in and landed his antagonist a drum-sounding blow on the ribs with the butt of his whip.
“Seize the other chap, Boxall!” cried General Grampound, making for Mahony.