Who was the biffer—a new boy at that—to call anyone a German?
"Perhaps he is a German," said the biffer, and waited for the general laugh to follow his sally.
You see the biffer was a new boy, and, for another thing, he wore a leather strap round his wrist.
Instinctively a ring was formed and the biffer found himself in the middle of it.
No one had ever seen Jimmy fight like this, and Jones minimus shouted in his joy, for the biffer was outbiffed in every direction.
Oh, why wasn't the butcher-boy there to see that tremendous smack on the nose the biffer got?
"I'm satisfied," he added as the biffer, who was lying on the ground, refused to get up and have any more.