Zeb’s Fight with the Rodney Boys
So intent were the combatants, however, that the driver was compelled to pull in his horses to keep from going over them in spite of his angrily shouted warnings.
For a wonder, the stage contained but three passengers, two old ladies and a fine-looking, tall, athletic young man.
The latter, however, had his head out of the window instantly, with:
“What’s the matter, driver?”
“Boys fightin’ in the road, sir.”
“Fighting? I declare!”
And the stranger was out on level ground immediately.
Even the vagabonds loosened their hold in consideration of the new arrival, and his sternly uttered reproofs and expostulations were replied to with a sullen:
“None of yer bisness. He’s a-takin’ away aour paound caows, an’ we’re a-lickin’ of him, that’s all.”