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CURRAN, who was a very small man, having a dispute with a brother
counsel (who was a very stout man), in which words ran high on both
sides, called him out. The other, however, objected. You are so
little, said he, that I might fire at you a dozen times without
hitting, whereas, the chance is that you may shoot me at the first
fire.--To convince you, cried Curran, I don't wish to take any
advantage, you shall chalk my size upon your body, and all hits out
of the ring shall go for nothing.
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