“Yes, Mister.”
“Go to it then,” and Deny set about the older Maskell, catching him twice in the face and knocking him to the floor. “And this one?” George pushed the other Maskell forward. Deny made short work of him as well. Both were now on the ground and bleeding. Letting go of the other two he said, “Get your two playmates up and piss off.”
They all ran off, but the older one turned and gave George the two fingered salute.
“So, you can fight a bit then son.”
“Your George North ain’t yer, Mister?”
George nodded.
“Thanks Mr North, I owe you one.”
George smiled, “Save it for my grandsons, I’m big enough and ugly enough to look after myself.” He took hold of Deny’s face between his thumb and finger, turning it from side to side, “You’re okay, just a bloody nose and a red ear. Go on,
