Paying no heed to the formidable attitude of the city youth, Nick rushed straight upon him, and embracing him about the waist so as to pinion his arms, he threw him flat upon the ground with great emphasis.  Then, while Herbert lay on his face, vainly struggling to rise, Nick sat down heavily on his back.  Although he could have used his fists with great effect, Nick declined to do so; but, rising some six or eight inches, he sat down on him again, and then repeated the performance very fast, bounding up and down as a man is sometimes seen to do when a horse is trotting; descending each time on the back of Herbert with such vigor that the breath was almost forced from his body.

“Let me up!” shouted the victim, in a jerky, spasmodic manner, as the words were helped out; “that ain’t the right way to fight:  that isn’t fair.”

“It suits me better as nefer vas,” replied the grinning Nick, banging himself down on the back of the struggling Herbert, until the latter began to cry and ask the boys to pull Nick off.

No one interfered, however, and when the conqueror thought he had flattened out the city youth to that extent that he would never acquire any plumpness again, he rose from his seat and allowed Herbert to climb upon his feet.

Never was a boy more completely cowed than was this vaunting youth, on whom all the others had looked with such admiration and awe.  He meekly picked up his hat, brushed off the dirt, and looking reproachfully at Nick said: 

“Do you know you broke two of my ribs?”

“I dinks I brokes dem all:  dat’s what I meant to do; I will try him agin.”

“No, you won’t!” exclaimed Herbert, darting off in a run too rapid for the short legs of Nick to equal.

Nick Ribsam had conquered a peace, and from that time forth he suffered no persecution at school.  Master Herbert soon after went back to his city home, wondering how it was that a small, dumpy lad, four years younger than he, was able to vanquish him so completely when all the science was on the side of the elder youth.

Young as was Nick Ribsam, there was not a boy in the school who dared attempt to play the bully over him.  The display he had given of his prowess won the respect of all.

Besides this he proved to be an unusually bright scholar.  He dropped his faulty accent with astonishing rapidity, and gained knowledge with great facility.  His teacher liked him, as did all the boys and girls, and when he was occasionally absent he was missed more than half a dozen other lads would have been.

The next year Nick brought his sister Nellie to school.  He came down the road, holding her fat little hand in his, while her bright eyes peered out from under her plain but odd-looking hat in a timid way, which showed at the same time how great her confidence was in her big brother.

Nellie looked as much like Nick as a sister can look like a brother.  There were the same ruddy cheeks, bright eyes, sturdy health, and cleanly appearance.  Her gingham pantalettes came a little nearer the tops of her shoes, perhaps than was necessary, but the dress, with the waist directly under the arms, would have been considered in the height of fashion in late years.