"Eh, and why not, fool? Do you know that the ship could have missed us? A ship could have passed us a dozen times while you slept!"
"Bourrique!"
"Vache!"
They spat the insults of the prison while Perroquet knotted his great fist over the other, who crouched away catlike, his mobile mouth twisted to a snarl. Dubosc stood aside in watchful calculation until against the angry red sunrise in which they floated there flashed the naked red gleam of steel. Then he stepped between.
"Enough. Fenayrou, put up that knife."
"The dog kicked me!"
"You were at fault," said Dubosc sternly. "Perroquet!"
"Are we all to die that he may sleep?" stormed The Parrot.
"The harm is done. Listen now, both of you. Things are bad enough already. We may need all our energies. Look about."