after his cold sponge bath, and they had perceived by his performance and the build of his body, that he was athletic, and also versed in boxing.  He felt pretty naked now, recognizing that he was shorn of all respect except respect for his fists.  One night when he entered his room he found about a dozen of the young fellows there carrying on a very lively conversation punctuated with horse-laughter.  The talking ceased instantly, and the frank affront of a dead silence followed.  He said,

“Good evening gentlemen,” and sat down.

There was no response.  He flushed to the temples but forced himself to maintain silence.  He sat there in this uncomfortable stillness some time, then got up and went out.

The moment he had disappeared he heard a prodigious shout of laughter break forth.  He saw that their plain purpose had been to insult him.  He ascended to the flat roof, hoping to be able to cool down his spirit there and get back his tranquility.  He found the young tinner up there, alone and brooding, and entered into conversation with him.  They were pretty fairly matched, now, in unpopularity and general ill-luck and misery, and they had no trouble in meeting upon this common ground with advantage and something of comfort to both.  But Tracy’s movements had been watched, and in a few minutes the tormentors came straggling one after another to the roof, where they began to stroll up and down in an apparently purposeless way.  But presently they fell to dropping remarks that were evidently aimed at Tracy, and some of them at the tinner.  The ringleader of this little mob was a short-haired bully and amateur prize-fighter named Allen, who was accustomed to lording it over the upper floor, and had more than once shown a disposition to make trouble with Tracy.  Now there was an occasional cat-call, and hootings, and whistlings, and finally the diversion of an exchange of connected remarks was introduced: 

“How many does it take to make a pair?”

“Well, two generally makes a pair, but sometimes there ain’t stuff enough in them to make a whole pair.”  General laugh.

“What were you saying about the English a while ago?”

“Oh, nothing, the English are all right, only—­I—­”

“What was it you said about them?”

“Oh, I only said they swallow well.”

“Swallow better than other people?”

“Oh, yes, the English swallow a good deal better than other people.”

“What is it they swallow best?”

“Oh, insults.”  Another general laugh.

“Pretty hard to make ’em fight, ain’t it?”

“No, taint hard to make ’em fight.”

“Ain’t it, really?”

“No, taint hard.  It’s impossible.”  Another laugh.

“This one’s kind of spiritless, that’s certain.”

“Couldn’t be the other way—­in his case.”

“Why?”

“Don’t you know the secret of his birth?”