The things we do!

He skipped,
ducked, and dodged. For the first five minutes he endured fearful
punishment. Then Wessner's breath commenced to whistle between his
teeth, when Freckles only had begun fighting. He sprang back with shrill
laughter.
"Begolly! and will your honor be whistling the hornpipe for me to be
dancing of?" he cried.
SPANG! went his fist into Wessner's face, and he was past him into the
swale.
"And would you be pleased to tune up a little livelier?" he gasped, and
clipped his ear as he sprang back. Wessner lunged at him in blind fury.
Freckles, seeing an opening, forgot the laws of a gentleman's game and
drove the toe of his heavy wading-boot in Wessner's middle until he
doubled and fell heavily. In a flash Freckles was on him. For a time
McLean could not see what was happening. "Go! Go to him now!" he
commanded himself, but so intense was his desire to see the boy win
alone that he did not stir.
At last Freckles sprang up and backed away. "Time!" he yelled as a fury.
"Be getting up, Mr. Wessner, and don't be afraid of hurting me.


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