ighting order. Any
collision, however, was prevented by the landlord, who, suddenly
appearing, thrust himself between us. 'There shall be no fighting here,'
said he; 'no one shall fight in this house, except it be with myself; so
if you two have anything to say to each other, you had better go into the
field behind the house. But, you fool,' said he, pushing Hunter
violently on the breast, 'do you know whom you are going to tackle
with?--this is the young chap that beat Blazing Bosville, only as late as
yesterday, in Mumpers' Dingle. Grey Moll told me all about it last
night, when she came for some brandy for her husband, who, she said, had
been half killed; and she described the young man to me so closely that I
knew him at once, that is, as soon as I saw how his left hand was
bruised, for she told me he was a left-hand hitter. Aren't it all true,
young man? Aren't you he that beat Flaming Bosville, in Mumpers'
Dingle?' 'I never beat Flaming Bosville,' said I, 'he beat himself. Had
he not struck his hand against a tree, I shouldn't be here at the present
moment.' 'Hear, hear!' said the landlord, 'now that's just as it should
be; I like a modest man, for, as the parson says, nothing sits better
upon a young man than modesty. I remember, when I was young, fighting
with Tom of Hopton, the best man that ever pulled off coat in England. I
remember, too, that I won the battle; for I happened to hit Tom of Hopton
in the mark, as he was coming in, so that he lost his wind, and falling
squelch on the ground, do ye see, he lost the battle, though I am free to
confess that he was a better man than myself; indeed, the best man that
ever fought in England; yet still, I won the battle, as every customer of
mine, and everybody within twelve miles round, has heard over and over
again. Now, Mr. Hunter, I have one thing to say, if you choose to go
into the field behind the house, and fight the young man, you can. I'll
back him for ten pounds; but no fighting in my kitchen--because why? I
keeps a decent kind of an establishment.'

'I have no wish to fight the young man,' said Hunter; 'more especially as
he has nothing to say for the aristocracy. If he chose to fight for
them, indeed--but he won't, I know; for I see he's a decent, respectable
young man; and, after all fighting is a blackguard way of settling a
dispute; so I have no wish to fight; however, there is one thing I'll
do,' said he, uplifting his fist, 'I'll fight