"I'll pitch thee headfirst out, an thou sayst that again!" the captain bawled.
"I repeat, sir captain, that we must take thy ship," said Sir Richard. "Moreover, I tell thee to thy teeth thou canst not pitch me out."
"I'll wager a noble," he returned, peeling him off his cloak and great-jacket.
"An I put thee out," said Sir Richard, "wilt thou take six on ship and fifty nobles in hand?"
"An thou goest out ... what then?" said he.
"Ten golden discs for thy trouble," the young knight made laughing rejoinder.
"Done," said the captain.
Sir Richard did not much like the curious crowd gathering closely around them, but he knew well that he must accept the hazard. It was the only way to win to the ship.
Well, they went at it then, and how the chairs and tables standing near did tumble, roll and clatter about their flying heels! The captain was of a similar size and build with Bull Bengoff, and it was somewhat like tugging at an enormous animated hogshead to get him moving withal. But Sir Richard got him started rolling toward the door presently, and then, with one mighty heave, he sent him tumbling over and over down the stone steps.