“Bring ’em forward,” said Jarette, and the two men were thrust to the front, Dumlow growling like some strange animal, and Blane trying to strike at his guards with his elbows.
“Steady there,” shouted Jarette.
“Steady it is,” growled Dumlow. “Look here, you Jarette, if you’ll just have these ropes undone on the starboard side to let one o’ my fins at liberty I’ll fight yer one hand.”
“Hold you your tongue, fool.”
“Shan’t, so now then. Jest you have this rope undone and I’ll take a pair on you.”
“Will you hold that tongue, or shall I cut it out?”
“I should just like to ketch you at it, yer sham make-believe English sailor.”
My head, at the risk of my white face being seen, was thrust over the side of the top.
“Look here, you two, you are brought before me, the captain of this ship, for me to see whether I am willing to let you off easy.”
“Oh, you’re the skipper, are yer?” said Barney, spitting on the deck. “Well, yer don’t look like it, messmet.”