"Get out of here," screamed the young Shanghai, whom the handsome hen admired, "How dare you come over in my yard?"
"Give me time," meekly said my heroic Rooster, "give me time to gain my breath and I will."
"Now is my time," thought the young Shanghai, "the very chance I have been looking for," and straightway into the trembling Mr. Rooster he pitched.
From my standpoint I closely viewed the battle.
"Lo, the conquered braggart comes," I hummed, as a woebegone-looking object in a very little while dropped wearily over into our enclosure again.
"My poor dear," pityingly cried old Jennie. "Come, Sukey, let's lead him to the trough and bathe his wounded head."
I was about to depart, my heart wrung with compassion at the sight of his wounds, when, lifting his drooping head, with a ghastly wink of his uninjured eye, he said:
"Well!"
"Well!" I echoed in some surprise.
"Didn't I play that trick cleverly?" he asked with a sickly grin.