“He figures to lick the tar out of the parson. 97 And by the blazes of the inferno, if he does–––”
It was plain that civil war was to ensue if the contest went against Mr. McGowan.
“How’d he git into such a scrape?”
“It looks like the work of that d––I wish the parson would let me swear for once––Sim Hicks.”
“You mean Hicks brought him in?”
“He come in here more’n a week ago and asked Mr. McGowan to give him some lessons. Now the devil’s to pay, and if we ain’t ’way off Hicks happens to be that devil.”
“How–––”
“For God’s sake stop asking me questions or I’ll cut loose and turn the air blue round here.”
“There ain’t a feller living that can fight Mack on a week of training,” declared the seaman.
“No one said he’d had no more’n a week of training.”