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The young gentleman uttered this exultant sound with mysterious

significance. The elder gentleman took the cry so ill, that he

watched his opportunity, and smote the young gentleman on the

ear.

"What d'ye mean? What are you hooroaring at? What do you want to

conwey to your own father, you young Rip? This boy is a getting

too many for me!" said Mr. Cruncher, surveying him. "Him and his

hooroars! Don't let me hear no more of you, or you shall feel

some more of me. D'ye hear?"

"I warn't doing no harm," Young Jerry protested, rubbing his

cheek.

"Drop it then," said Mr. Cruncher; "I won't have none of your no

harms. Get a top of that there seat, and look at the crowd."