“Better let him alone; he will down you every time.”
But Westerfield could not refuse to make another venture. Stepping back as if in alarm from the launch, which was now within arm’s reach, he feigned to be scared.
“Please don’t bite me with those dreadful teeth.”
Mike, who was now close to the wharf, leaped lightly upon it.
“Have no fear; the sight of yersilf has made a Joo of me.”
Then as if afraid that the listeners would not catch the force of his words, he added:
“A Joo, as ye may know, doesn’t ate pork.”
Detective Calvert slapped the lawyer on the shoulder.
“Try him again.”
“No; I have had enough.” Then raising his hat and bowing in salutation, Westerfield offered his hand to the lad, who shook it warmly.