. Tom Browns school-days . easy work, and so faced the boys,saying, You impudent young blackguards! -Before he couldfinish his abuse, they rushed in on him, and began pummellingat all of him which they could reach. He hit out wildly andsavagely, but the full force of his blows didnt tell, they were toonear him. It was long odds, though, in point of strength, and inanother minute Tom went spinning backward over a form, andFlashman turned to demolish East, with a savage grin. But nowDiggs jumped down from the table on which he had seated him-self. Stop there, shouted he; the rounds over—half-min
. Tom Browns school-days . easy work, and so faced the boys,saying, You impudent young blackguards! -Before he couldfinish his abuse, they rushed in on him, and began pummellingat all of him which they could reach. He hit out wildly andsavagely, but the full force of his blows didnt tell, they were toonear him. It was long odds, though, in point of strength, and inanother minute Tom went spinning backward over a form, andFlashman turned to demolish East, with a savage grin. But nowDiggs jumped down from the table on which he had seated him-self. Stop there, shouted he; the rounds over—half-minutetime allowed. What the — - is it to you ? faltered Flashman, who beganto lose heart. Im going to see fair, I tell you, said Diggs, with a grin, andsnapping his great red fingers; taint fair for you to be fightingone of them at a time. Are you ready, Brown ? Times up. The small boys rushed in again. Closing they saw was their [184! •Hi ^aS* ~ *-*^H^?r -^>*= t-^^* v-xi ^» I1 X^ - ^^ TK>~ %^- T ft^--—~s^ S5. ITS ALL SHAM—HES ONLY AFRAID TO FIGHT IT OUT SCHOOL DAYS best chance, and Flashman was wilder and more flurried thanever: he caught East by the throat, and tried to force him backon the iron-bound table; Tom grasped his waist, and, remember-ing the old throw he had learned in the vale from Harry Winburn,crooked his leg inside Flashmans, and threw his whole weightforward. The three tottered for a moment, and then over theywent onto the floor, Flashman striking his head against a formin the hall. The two youngsters sprang to their legs, but he lay there began to be frightened. Tom stooped down, and then criedout, scared out of his wits: Hes bleeding awfully; come here,East, Diggs—hes dying! Not he, said Diggs, getting leisurely off the table; its allsham—hes only afraid to fight it out. East was as frightened as Tom. Diggs lifted Flashmanshead, and he groaned. Whats the matter? shouted Diggs. My skulls fractured, sobbed Flashman. Oh, let me run
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