Part 4 (1/2)

To my surprise, he went on to say, ”Then take off thy jacket and stand up, and no kicking.”

I asked nothing better, and began to laugh. At this my foe, who was bigger and older than I, cried out that I would laugh on the other side of my mouth--a queer boy phrase of which I could never discover the meaning.

”And now, fair play,” said Friend Forest. ”Keep cool, Hugh, and watch his eyes.”

I felt glad that he was on my side, and we fell to with no more words.

I was no match for the practised fists of my antagonist; but I was the stronger, and I kept my wits better than might have been expected.

At last I got his head under my arm with a grip on his gullet, and so mauled him with my right fist that Friend Forest pulled me away, and my man staggered back, b.l.o.o.d.y, and white too, while I was held like a dog in leash.

”He hath enough, I think. Ask him.”

I cried out, ”No! d.a.m.n him!” It was my first oath.

”Hus.h.!.+” cried Forest. ”No profane language.”

”I will not speak to him,” said I, ”and--and--he is a beast of the pit.”

Now this fine statement I had come upon in a book of Mr. William Penn's my father owned, wherein the governor had denounced one Mr. Muggleton.

Friend Forest laughed merrily. ”Thou hast thy standing, lad.” For Alloway walked sullenly away, not man enough to take more or to confess defeat. Jack, who was still white, said:

”It is my turn now, and which shall it be?”

”Shade of Fox!” cried Friend Forest. ”The war is over. Come, boys, I must see you well out of this.” And so rea.s.suring us, he went down Fourth street, and to my home.

My father was in the sitting-room, taking his long-stemmed reed pipe at his ease. He rose as we followed Friend Forest into the room.

”Well,” he said, ”what coil is this?” For we were b.l.o.o.d.y, and hot with fight and wrath, and our garments in very sad disorder.

Friend Forest very quietly related our story, and made much of his own share in the renewal of our battle. To my surprise, my father smiled.

”It seems plain,” he said, ”that the lads were not to blame. But how wilt thou answer to the Meeting, Rupert Forest?”

”To it, to thee, to any man,” said the Quaker.

”It is but a month ago that thy case was before Friends because of thy having beaten Friend Wain's man. It will go ill with thee--ill, I fear.”

”And who is to spread it abroad?”

”Not I,” said my father.

”I knew that,” returned the Friend, simply. ”I am but a jack-in-the-box Quaker, John. I am in and out in a moment, and then I go back and repent.”

”Let us hope so. Go to thy mother, Hugh; and as to thee, John Warder, wait until I send with thee a note to thy father. There are liquors on the table, Friend Forest.”

My mother set us in order, and cried a little, and said:

”I am glad he was well beaten. Thou shouldst never fight, my son; but if thou must, let it be so that thy adversary repent of it. _Mon Dieu! mon Dieu! j'en ai peur_; the wild Welsh blood of these Wynnes! And thy poor little nose--how 't is swelled!”