“This ain't Art Simpson!” he declared, after amazed survey of the glowering stranger. “Who be ye?”
“None of your infernal business! When you do know who I am you'll discover that you have a tough proposition on your hands.”
“We realize that already, without knowing your name,” retorted Mayo.
“I'm not worrying; it's for you to do the worrying! I have given you your warning! Now take what's coming to you from the men who are behind me.”
“What's your name—that's what I've asked you?” demanded Candage.
“None of your business—that's what I have told you.”
“We'll get some light on that subject after I have you on shore,” said Mayo. “Come on! You're going!”
“Sooner the better!” agreed the stranger. “I'll relish seeing you get yours!”
Mayo wasted no time. He sent his prisoner down the ladder to the dory ahead of him, and put out his hand to the old skipper.
“If I can't do better I'll take that devil, whoever he is, by the heels, and bat out the brains of the other pirates.”