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"It looks as if it had been a matter of fists?"
"It was, sir. Both of us fired our pistols, but missed. Then we threw
our weapons to one side and clashed. It was a hard and long fight, sir.
He hit like a pile driver, and he was as active as a deer. But I was
lucky enough to knock him out at last."
"Then why does your face look like a huge piece of pickled beef?" asked
the incorrigible Warner mischievously.
"You wait and I'll make yours look the same!" retorted Dick.
"Shut up," said Colonel Winchester. "If I catch you two fighting I may
have you both shot as an example."
Dick and Warner grinned good-naturedly at each other. They knew that
Colonel Winchester did not dream of carrying out such a threat, and they
knew also that they had no intention of fighting.
"And after you knocked him out what happened?" asked the colonel.
Dick looked sheepish.
"He lay so still I was afraid he was dead," he replied. "I ran down to
a brook, filled my cap with water, and returned with it in the hope of
reviving him. I got there just in time to see him vanishing in the
bushes.


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