Brownsmiths Boy - A Romance in a Garden - Page 67/241

It was the last shot that hit him on the head, and the clod was big and

cakey, hitting him so hard that it flew to pieces like a shell.

It must have hurt him, for he slid down and came at me fiercely with his

mouth open, and showing his teeth like a dog.

I daresay at another time, as he was much bigger and stronger than I

was, I should have turned and fled; but just then I was so hot and

excited that I went at him with my doubled fists, and for the next five

minutes we were fighting furiously, every now and then engaged in a

struggle, and going down to continue it upon the ground.

I fell heavily several times, and was getting the worst of it when, all

at once, I managed to get one hand free, and in my despair struck him as

hard as I could.

The blow must have been a hard one, for Shock staggered back, caught his

foot in one of the gooseberry bushes, and fell with a crash into one of

them, splitting the bush open.

I was half blind with rage, and smarting with blows; and as he seemed to

be coming at me again, I made another dash at him, striking out right

and left with my arms going like a windmill, till I was checked suddenly

by being lifted from the ground, and a hoarse voice uttered a

tremendous--"Haw, haw, haw!"

I had felt this last time that Shock was very big and strong, hence it

took me some moments to realise that the boy had crept out of the

gooseberry bush and had shuffled away, while it was Ike whom I was

belabouring and drumming with all my might.

"Well done, little one," he cried. "There, cool down. Shock's give in.

You've whacked him. Here's the ganger coming. Get on with your work."

Shock ran by us with a rush, mounted his ladder, and I hurried up mine,

to go on picking as well, while, panting and hot, smarting with blows

and anger, I wondered what Old Brownsmith would say to me for what I had

done.

He only went along the path, however, with his cats, as he saw that Ike

was there, and the apple-picking went on till he was out of sight.

"Ah! you're only a bit dirty," said Ike to me rather less roughly than

usual. "Come down and I'll give you a brush."

"There you are," he said, after performing the task for me. "Was he up

to his larks with you?"

"Yes," I said; "he has been pelting me, and he pretended to fall; and

when I went to help him he struck me, and I couldn't stand that."