Thereafter the Knuckle Dusters' Club was formally organised.
Clash!came a pail of dirty water out of the stair window where the Knuckle Dusters, yet completely unregenerate, were concealed.
Whereupon the newly constituted Knuckle Dusters' Club tumultuously detached itself for police duty.
The Knuckle Dusters had laid it down as a fundamental condition that no girls were to be permitted, or even encouraged.
The Knuckle Dusters thought it good sport to ascend to the window of the common stair, and prepare missiles both fluid and solid.
If not the Knuckle Dusters (haughty knaves), why, then the "young lady" herself.
On the side of the Knuckle Dusters the one unpardonable fault was "going with a swell."
So said the Society of the Knuckle Dusters as it winked amicably and collectively to itself.