It's a great pity he got drowned,
for I owe him a third licking, and don't feel altogether right,
since I know no sort of way to pay it. But if this man's anything
like Joe, it may be just the same if I give it to HIM. Now--"
"He's nothing like Richards," said the other. "He's a taller and
better-looking man."
"If he's nothing like Joe, what do you want to lick him for?" said
the single-minded musician, with a surprise in his manner, which
was mingled with something like rebuke.
"I have expressed no such wish, Ned; you are too hasty; and if
I did wish to whip him, I don't think I should trouble you or any
man to help me. If I could not do it myself, I should give it up
as a bad job, without calling in assistants."
"Oh, you're a spunky follow--a real colt for hard riding," retorted
the other with a good-natured mock in his tones and looks; "but if
you don't want to lick the fellow, how comes it you dislike him?
It seems to me if a chap behaved so as to make me dislike him, it
wouldn't be an easy matter to keep my hands off him. I'd teach him
how to put me into a bad humor, or I'd never touch violin again.
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