"We will drink by and by," said he. "The last time we met, you cut my cheek open with your fist. I'd like to break a rib or two for you; after that we shall be friends."
"Do you know whom you're talking to?" cried Loo indignantly, rushing upon the man of the people.
The latter pushed him off; but the child seized his arm, and bit it till the blood came. The sailor yelled with pain.
"The fellow's a regular wolf!" he shrieked.
And he fell upon Loo with clenched fists; but the Prince grasped him by the wrists.
"Let that child alone," said he; "I will fight you if you like. What is your name?"
"Don't you know?"
"I've forgotten."
"A prince may easily forget a common sailor's name," was the shout from all sides. "His name is Raiden, like the God of Storms."
"Very well, Raiden," said Nagato; "let us fight since you bear me a grudge."