[Henry Fielding] . a great knock overihe pate. There is for you, you rascal. Upon mysoul, if you do not give me satisfaction for that blow,I will give you another. And then, drawing hissword, put himself in a posture of defence, which wasthe only science he understood. Jones was a little staggered by the blow, whichcame somewhat unexpectedly; but presently recover-ing himself he also drew, and though he understoodnothing of fencing, prest on so boldly upon Fitzpatrick,that he beat down his guard, and sheathed one half ofhis sword in the body of the said gentleman, who hadno sooner received it
[Henry Fielding] . a great knock overihe pate. There is for you, you rascal. Upon mysoul, if you do not give me satisfaction for that blow,I will give you another. And then, drawing hissword, put himself in a posture of defence, which wasthe only science he understood. Jones was a little staggered by the blow, whichcame somewhat unexpectedly; but presently recover-ing himself he also drew, and though he understoodnothing of fencing, prest on so boldly upon Fitzpatrick,that he beat down his guard, and sheathed one half ofhis sword in the body of the said gentleman, who hadno sooner received it than he stept backwards, droppedthe point of his sword, and leaning upon it, cried, 1have satisfaction enough : I am a dead man. I hope not, cries Jones, but whatever be theconsequence, you must be sensible you have drawn itupon yourself. At this instant a number of fellowsrushed in and seized Jones, who told them he shouldmake no resistance, and begged some of them at leastwould take care of the wounded Wa/rM £Sc-i/AnJ<. I ii//iili i 1/ Ji //i I/:/ ///.j/iifi /II l/\iftlea ?/(lie.) 7/ ./ TOM JONES, A FOUNDLING. I49 «Ay, cries one of the fellows, the woundedgentleman will be taken care enough of; for I supposehe hath not many hours to live. As for you, sir, youhave a month at least good yet. D—n me, Jack,said another, he hath prevented his voyage; hesbound to another port now ; and many other suchjests was our poor Jones made the subject of by thesefellows, who were indeed the gang employed by LordFellamar, and had dogged him into the house of MrsFitzpatrick, waiting for him at the corner of the streetwhen this unfortunate accident happened. The officer who commanded this gang very wiselyconcluded that his business was now to deliver hisprisoner into the hands of the civil magistrate. Heordered him, therefore, to be carried to a public-house,where, having sent for a constable, he delivered himto his custody. The constable, seeing Mr Jones very well drest, and
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