Turk shook the head of the butcher's dog to the right and left
until it struck each time heavily against the pavement ... The
butcher attempted to interfere, and lashed him with a huge whip.

"Stand clear! fair play! don't you strike my dog!" shouted Mr.
Prideaux. "Your dog was the first to attack!"

In reply to the whip, Turk had redoubled his fury, and, without
relinquishing his hold, he had now dragged the butcher's dog off
the pavement, and occasionally shaking the body as he pulled the
unresisting mass along the gutter, he drew it into the middle of
the street.

A large crowd had collected, which completely stopped the
thoroughfare. There were no police in those days, but only
watchmen, who were few and far between; even had they been present,
it is probable they would have joined in the amusement of a
dog-fight, which in that age of brutality was considered to be
sport....

"Fair play!" shouted the bystanders.... "Let 'em have it out!"
cried others, as they formed a circle around the dogs.... In
the meantime, Mr. Prideaux had seized Turk by his collar, while the
butcher was endeavouring to release the remains of his dog from the
infuriated and deadly grip....

At length Mr. Prideaux's voice and action appeared for a moment
to create a calm, and, snatching the opportunity, he, with the
assistance of a person in the crowd, held back his dog, as the
carcass of the butcher's dog was dragged away by the lately