"Fudge! On _whose_ side are you?"

"On yours, Mowbray, if you won't be a tyrant."

"_If!_ If you have a mind to rat, rat _sans phrase_, and run over to the
Jewish side. I always thought you were a Jew at heart, Harrington."

"No more a Jew than yourself, Mowbray, nor so much," said I, standing firm,
and raising my voice, so that I could be heard by all.

"No more a Jew than myself! pray how do you make that out?"

"By being more of a Christian--by sticking more to the maxim 'Do as you
would be done by.'"

"That is a good maxim," said Jacob: a cheer from all sides supported me, as
I advanced to liberate the Jew; but Mowbray, preventing me, leaped upon
Jacob's box, and standing with his legs stretched out, Colossus-like,
"Might makes right," said he, "all the world over. You're a mighty fine
preacher, Master Harrington; let's see if you can preach me down."

"Let's see if I can't _pull_ you down!" cried I, springing forward:
indignation giving me strength, I seized, and with one jerk pulled the
Colossus forward and swung him to the ground.

"Well done, Harrington!" resounded from all sides. Mowbray, the instant he
recovered his feet, flew at me, furious for vengeance, dealing his blows
with desperate celerity. He was far my overmatch in strength and size; but
I stood up to him. Between the blows, I heard Jacob's voice in tones of
supplication. When I had breath I called out to him, "Jacob! Escape!" And I