strikee

On which the man […] putting forth his sinister bunch of fives, saluted the youngster under the ear with a blow that projected him about seven feet six inches across the street, deposited him in a place of safety in the sink, and sent the blood gushing forth, with the most fluent liberality, from mouth, nose, and ears. “Now,” said the striker, “I’m Neat; what dost thee say to that?”—“Nothing at all,” replied the strikee, “only that I am satisfied.”