“I want to speak to you,” he said. “Just come round by the dock wall.”
His manner was quiet and businesslike, but Mr. Butson wondered. “Why?” he asked. “Can’t you tell me here?”
“No, I can’t. There are too many people about. It’s money in your pocket if you come.”
Mr. Butson went. What it meant he could not imagine, but Johnny usually told the truth, and he said it would be money in his pocket—a desirable disposition1 of the article. The dock wall was just round a corner. A tall, raking wall at one side of a sparsely2 lit road that was empty at night, and a lower wall at the other; the road reached by a flight of steps rising from the street, and a gateway3 in the low wall.
p. 245“Well, what is it now?” Mr. Butson asked, suspiciously, as Johnny stopped under a gas-lamp and looked right and left along the deserted4 road.
“Only just this,” Johnny replied, with simple distinctness. “You wanted mother to give you my money every week, though in fact she’s been letting me keep it. Well, here’s my last week’s money”—he shook it in his hand—“and I’ll give it you if you’ll stand up here and fight me.”
“What? Fight you? You?” Mr. Butson laughed; but he felt a secret uneasiness.
“Yes, me. You’d rather fight a woman, no doubt, or a lame5 girl. But I’m going to give you a change, and make you fight me—here.” Johnny flung his jacket on the ground and his hat on it.
“Don’t be such a young fool,” quoth Mr. Butson loftily. “Put on your jacket an’ come home.”
“Yes—presently,” Johnny replied grimly. “Presently I’ll go home, and take you with me. Come, you’re ready enough to punch my mother, without being asked; or my sister. Come and punch me, and take pay for it!”
Mr. Butson was a little uncomfortable. “I suppose,” he sneered6, “you’ve got a knife or a poker7 or somethin’ about you like what you threatened me with before!”
“I haven’t even brought a stick. You’re the sort o’ p. 246coward I expected, though you’re bigger than me and heavier. Come—” he struck the man a heavy smack8 on the mouth. “Now fight!”
Butson snarled9, and cut at the lad’s head with the handle of his walking stick. But Johnny’s arm straightened like a flash, and Butson rolled over.
“What I thought you’d do,” remarked Johnny, seizing his wrist and twisting the stick away. “Now get up. Come on!”
Mr. Butson sat and gasped10. He fingered his nose gently, and found it very tender, and bleeding. He seemed to have met a thunderbolt in the dark. He turned slowly over on his knees, and so got on his feet.
“Hit me—come, hit me!” called Johnny, sparring at him. “Fancy I’m only my mother, you cur! Come, I’m hitting you—see! So!” He seized the man by the ear, twisted it, and rapped him about the face. The treatment would have roused a sheep. Butson sprang at Johnny, grappled with him, and for a moment bore him back. Johnny asked nothing better. He broke ground, checked the rush with half-arm hits, and stopped it with a quick double left, flush in the face.
It was mere11 slaughter12; Johnny was too hard, too scientific, too full of cool hatred13. The wretched Butson, bigger and heavier as he might be, was flaccid from soft living, and science he had none. But he fought like a p. 247rat in a corner—recking nothing of rule, but kicking, biting, striking, wrestling madly; though to small purpose: for his enemy, deadly calm and deadly quick, saw every movement ere it was made, and battered15 with savage16 precision.
“Whenever you’ve had enough,” said Johnny, as Butson staggered, and leaned against the wall, “you can stop it, you know, by calling the p’lice. You like the p’lice. There’s always one of ’em in the next street, an’ you’ve only to shout. I shall hammer you till ye do!”
And he hammered. A blow on the ear drove Butson’s head against the wall, and a swing from the other fist brought it away again. He flung himself on the ground.
“Get up!” cried Johnny. “Get up. What, you won’t? All right, you went down by yourself, you know—so’s to be let alone. But I’m coming down too!” and with that he lay beside Butson and struck once more and struck again.
“Chuck it!” groaned17 Butson. “I’m done! Oh! leave me alone!”
“Leave you alone?” answered Johnny, rising and reaching for his jacket. “Not I. You didn’t leave my mother alone a soon as she asked you, did you? I’ll never pass you again without clouting18 your head. Come home!”
p. 248He hauled the bruised19 wretch14 up by the collar, crammed20 his hat on his head and cut him across the calves21 with his own walking stick. “Go on! March!”
“Can’t you leave me alone now?” whined22 Butson. “You done enough, ain’t ye?”
“No—not near enough. An’ you’ll have a lot more if you don’t do as I tell you. I said I’d take you home, an’ I will. Go on!”
Two or three dark streets led to Harbour Lane, but they were short. It was past closing time, and when they reached the shop the lights were turned down and the door shut. Nan opened to Johnny’s knock, and he thrust Butson in before him. “Here he is,” said Johnny, “not thrashed half enough!”
Dusty and bleeding, his face nigh unrecognisable under cuts and bruises23, Butson sat on a box, a figure of shame. Nan screamed and ran to him.
“I did it where the neighbours wouldn’t hear,” Johnny explained, “and if he’d been a man he’d have drowned himself rather than come here, after the way I’ve treated him. He’s a poor cur, an’ I’ll buy a whip for him. There’s the money I promised you” he went on, putting it on the box. “It’s the first you’ve earned for years, and the last you’ll have here, if I can manage it!”
But Nan was crying over that dishonourable head, and wiping it with her handkerchief.
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n.(calf的复数)笨拙的男子,腓;腿肚子( calf的名词复数 );牛犊;腓;小腿肚v.生小牛( calve的第三人称单数 );(冰川)崩解;生(小牛等),产(犊);使(冰川)崩解 | |
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