to stop. Twisters break your wrists and you yell the roof off--or
would do if I didn't gag you first with a cake of soap and a towel.
Tappers are very amusing, too, for me that is--not for you. They are
done on the side of your knee with a cricket stump. Wonderful how kids
howl when you understand knee-treatment. Choko is good too. Makes you
black in the face and your eyes goggle out awful funny. Done with a
silk handkerchief and a stick. Windos and benders go together and
really want two fellows to do it properly. I hit you in the wind and
you double up, and the other fellow un-doubles you from behind--with a
cane--so that I can double you up again. Laugh! I nearly died over
young Berners. Shinners, scalpers, and tweaks are good too--jolly
good!... but of course all this comes after lamming and tunding....
Come along with me...."

"Nit," was Dam's firm but gentle reply, and a little pulse began to
beat beneath his cheek bone.

"Oh! Ho!" smiled Master Harberth, "then I'll _begin_ here, and when
you're broke and blubbing you'll come with me--and get just double for
a start."

Dam's spirits rose and he felt almost happy--certainly far better than
he had done since the hapless encounter with the bottled adder and his
fall from grace. It was a positive, _joy_ to have an enemy he could
tackle, a real flesh-and-blood foe and tormentor that came upon him in
broad daylight and in mere human form.

After countless thousands of centuries of awful nightmare
struggling--in which he was bound hand-and-foot and doomed to failure
and torture from the outset, the sport, plaything, and victim of a