A chorus of encouraging shouts
burst out for him, and one brave voice flung out a
heartening word for me - said:
"Go it, slim Jim!"
It was an even bet that Clarence had procured that
favor for me - and furnished the language, too. When
that formidable lance-point was within a
yard and a
half of my breast I twitched my horse aside without an
effort, and the big knight swept by, scoring a blank.