No facers sound—no smashing blows,
Five minutes pass, yet not a hit,
How can it end, pals?—vait a bit.
Ri, tol, lol, &c.
Each cove vos teazed with double duty,
To please his backers, yet play booty,[248]
Ven, luckily for Jem, a teller
Vos planted right upon his smeller;
Down dropped he, stunned; ven time was called,
Seconds in vain the seconds bawled;