
 The single pleader for the lad sprang to stop the mans arm, and the
blow descended upon his own wrist.  Canty roared out--

Thoult meddle, wilt thou?  Then have thy reward.

His cudgel crashed down upon the meddlers head:  there was a groan, a
dim form sank to the ground among the feet of the crowd, and the next
moment it lay there in the dark alone.