negro lads.  Philip saw no sport in a wrestle or a fight between two of the boys from the quarters, and marvelled that I could lower myself to bet with Harvey the younger.  He took not a spark of interest in the gaming cocks we raised together to compete at the local contests and at the fair, and knew not a gaff from a cockspur.  Being one day at my wits’ end to amuse my cousin, I proposed to him a game of quoits on the green beside the spring-house, and thither we repaired, followed by Hugo, and young Harvey come to look on.  Master Philip, not casting as well as he might, cries out suddenly to Hugo:  “Begone, you black dog!  What business have you here watching a game between gentlemen?”

“He is my servant, cousin,” I said quietly, “and no dog, if you please.  And he is under my orders, not yours.”

But Philip, having scarcely scored a point, was in a rage.  “And I’ll not have him here,” he shouted, giving poor Hugo a cuff which sent him stumbling over the stake.  And turning to me; continued insolently:  “Ever since we came here I have marked your manner toward us, as though my father had no right in my grandfather’s house.”

Then could I no longer contain myself.  I heard young Harvey laugh, and remark:  “’Tis all up with Master Philip now.”  But Philip, whatever else he may have been, was no coward, and had squared off to face me by the time I had run the distance between the stakes.  He was heavier than I, though not so tall; and he parried my first blow and my second, and many more; having lively work of it, however, for I hit him as often as I was able.  To speak truth, I had not looked for such resistance, and seeing that I could not knock him down, out of hand, I grew more cool and began to study what I was doing.

“Take off your macaroni coat,” said I.  “I have no wish to ruin your clothes.”

But he only jeered in return:  “Take off thy wool-sack.”  And Hugo, getting to his feet, cried out to me not to hurt Marse Philip, that he had meant no harm.  But this only enraged Philip the more, and he swore a round oath at Hugo and another at me, and dealt a vicious blow at my stomach, whereat Harvey called out to him to fight fair.  He was more skilful at the science of boxing than I, though I was the better fighter, having, I am sorry to say, fought but too often before.  And presently, when I had closed one of his eyes, his skill went all to pieces, and he made a mad rush at me.  As he went by I struck him so hard that he fell heavily and lay motionless.

Young Harvey ran into the spring-house and filled his hat as I bent over my cousin.  I unbuttoned his waistcoat and felt his heart, and rejoiced to find it beating; we poured cold water over his face and wrists.  By then, Hugo, who was badly frightened, had told the news in the house, and I saw my Aunt Caroline come running over the green as fast as her tight stays would permit, crying out that I had killed her boy, her dear Philip.  And after her came my Uncle Grafton and my grandfather, with all the servants who had been in hearing.  I was near to crying myself at the thought that I should grieve my grandfather.  And my aunt, as she knelt over Philip, pushed me away, and bade me not touch him.  But my cousin opened one of his eyes, and raised his hand to his head.