"Don't hit a man when he's down," said the baronet, pleading as though for his life.
"I wunt," said John;--"but I'll hit a fellow when 'un's up." Sir Felix was little more than a child in the man's arms. John Crumb raised him, and catching him round the neck with his left arm,--getting his head into chancery as we used to say when we fought at school,--struck the poor wretch some half-dozen times violently in the face, not knowing or caring exactly where he hit him, but at every blow obliterating a feature. And he would have continued had not Ruby flown at him and rescued Sir Felix from his arms. "He's about got enough of it," said John Crumb as he gave over his work. Then Sir Felix fell again to the ground, moaning fearfully. "I know'd he'd have to have it," said John Crumb.

"Don't hit a man when he's down," pleaded the baronet.
"I wunt," said John; "but I'll hit a fellow when he's up." He raised Sir Felix as if he were a child, and catching him round the neck with his left arm, struck the poor wretch some half-dozen times violently in the face. And he would have continued had not Ruby flown at him and rescued Sir Felix from his arms.
"He's about got enough of it," said John Crumb as Sir Felix fell to the ground, moaning fearfully.
