“‘Oh, very well then. I’m going to ’ave a bit of fun now,’ ses Joe. ‘Bill!’
“‘Yes,’ ses Bill.
“‘I won’t ’it Ned myself for fear I shall do ’im a lasting injury,’ ses Joe, ’so you just start on ’im and keep on till ’e tells all about your goings on with that gal.’
“‘Hit ’im to make ’im tell about me? ses Bill, staring ’is ’ardest.
“‘You ’eard wot I said,’ ses Joe; ‘don’t repeat my words. You a married man, too; I’ve got sisters of my own, and I’m going to put this sort o’ thing down. If you don’t down ’im, I will.’
“Ned wasn’t much of a fighter, and I ’alf expected to see ’im do a bolt up on deck and complain to the skipper. He did look like it for a moment, then he stood up, looking a bit white as Bill walked over to ’im, and the next moment ’is fist flew out, and afore we could turn round I’m blest if Bill wasn’t on the floor. ’E got up as if ’e was dazed like, struck out wild at Ned and missed ’im, and the next moment was knocked down agin. We could ’ardly believe our eyes, and as for Ned, ’e looked as though ’e’d been doing miracles by mistake.
“When Bill got up the second time ’e was that shaky ’e could ’ardly stand, and Ned ’ad it all ’is own way, until at last ’e got Bill’s ’ead under ’is arm and punched at it till they was both tired.
“‘All right,’ ses Bill; ‘I’ve ’ad enough. I’ve met my master.’
“‘Wot?’ ses Joe, staring.
“‘I’ve met my master,’ ses Bill, going and sitting down. ‘Ned ’as knocked me about crool.’