“I don’t deny that we were instrumental in having him arrested,” Bob replied firmly.
“An’ you beeg sneak.”
“As you please about that. We all have a right to our opinion.”
“Me Jacques Harbaugh. Me beeg fighter. No mans ever leek me.”
“Interesting, if true,” Bob smiled.
“Me geeve you one beeg licking, oui.”
“That’s as may be,” Bob shrugged his shoulders.
“Me show you ver’ queek.”
“One moment,” Bob held up his hand and the man stopped. “We are all armed and know how to protect ourselves. But we don’t want any more trouble than is absolutely necessary. So if you must have a fight I’ll fight you on the condition that the others keep hands off. How about it?”
The big half-breed looked at Bob, as Jack afterward declared, in much the same way that Goliath must have looked at David when the latter came out with his little sling. He stepped back and spoke with his companions for a moment and Bob could see that they were laughing as though at a huge joke.