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"Tell 'un to go an' larn hisself to grow whiskers fust!" cried a

second.

"Ay, to be sure, 'e aren't got so much as our old cat!" grinned a

third.

"Stay!" cried the one-eyed man, peering up at me beneath his

hand. "Is they whiskers a-peepin' at me over 'is cravat or do my

eyes deceive me?" Which pleasantry, called forth another roar of

laughter at my expense.

Now, very foolishly perhaps, this nonsense greatly exasperated

me, for I was, at that time, painfully conscious of my bare lips

and chin. It was, therefore, with an effort that I mastered my

quickly rising temper, and once more addressed myself to Cragg.

"I am willing," said I, "to accept your conditions and fight

you--for a guinea--or any other man here for that matter, except

the humorous gentleman with the watery eye, who can name his own

price." The fellow in question stared at me, glanced slowly

round, and, sitting down, buried his face in his tankard.

"Come, Tom Cragg," said I, "a while ago you seemed very anxious

for a man to fight; well--I'm your man," and with the words I

stripped off my coat and laid it across a chairback.

This apparent willingness on my part was but a cloak for my real

feelings, for I will not here disguise the fact that the prospect

before me was anything but agreeable; indeed my heart was thumping

in a most unpleasant manner, and my tongue and lips had become

strangely parched and dry, as I fronted Cragg.

Truly, he looked dangerous enough, with his beetling brow, his

great depth of chest, and massive shoulders; and the possibility

of a black eye or so, and general pounding from the fellow's

knotted fists, was daunting in the extreme. Still, the chance of

earning a guinea, even under such conditions, was not to be lightly

thrown away; therefore I folded my arms and waited with as much

resolution as I could.

"Sir," said Cragg, speaking in a very altered tone, "sir, you

seem oncommon--eager for it."

"I shall be glad to get it over," said I.

"If," he went on slowly, "if I said anything against--you know

who, I'm sorry for it--me 'aving the greatest respec' for--you

know who--you understand me, I think." And herewith he winked,

three separate and distinct times.

"No, I don't understand you in the least," said I, "nor do I

think it at all necessary; all that I care about is the guinea

in question."