“What do you mean?” he said, sharply.
“I’ll lay hold of one leg, and pull you out on to the floor.”
“You dare to touch me, and I’ll give you the biggest hiding you ever had in your life.”
“Not you. Come, get up, or the skipper will send down two fellows to fetch you out.”
“Let him at his peril,” snarled my messmate, pulling the clothes higher.
“Shall I go and tell him that?”
“If you dare.”
“Oh, I dare,” I said, “but I wouldn’t be such a sneak. But he really will send after you, if you don’t get up.”
“Let him.”
“Come, you are better.”