“Come out, you — ,” said Dawes.
“That’s enough, Dawes,” cried the barmaid.
“Come on,” said the “chucker-out”, with kindly insistence, “you’d better be getting on.”
And, by making Dawes edge away from his own close proximity, he worked him to the door.
“THAT’S the little sod as started it!” cried Dawes, half-cowed, pointing to Paul Morel.