But the Indian in the skipper was up and raging as he sprang to his feet, knife in hand. Juan, the pale-yellow mixed breed, leaped to the side of his skipper flourishing another kniie, while several of the nearer sailors joined in forming a s^mi-circle of attack on Henry, who, with a quick step back and an upward slap of his hand, under the pin-rail, caused an iron belaying pin to leap out and up into the air. Catching it m mid-flight, he was prepared to defend himself. Francis, abandoning the wheel and drawing his automatic as he sprang, was through the circle and by the side of Henry. "What did he say?" Francis demanded of his kinsman.
"I will say what I said," the breed skipper threatened, the negro side of him dominant as he built for a compromise of blackmail. "I said…"
"Hold on, skipper!" Henry interrupted. "I'm sorry I struck you. Hold your hush. Put a stopper on your jaw. Saw wood. Forget. I'm sorry I struck you. I…"
Henry Morgan could not help the pause in speech during which he swallowed his gorge rising at what he was about, to say. And it was because of Leoncia, and because she was looking on and listening, that he said it. "I… I apologize, skipper."
"It is an injury," Captain Trefethsn stated aggrievedly. "It is a physical damage. No man can perpetrate a physical damage on a subject of King George's, God bless him, without furnishing a money requital."
At this crass statement of the terms cf the blackmail, Henry was for forgetting himself and for leaping upon the creature. But, restrained by Francis' hand on his shoulder, he struggled to self-control, made a noise like hearty laughter, dipped into his pocket for two ten-dollar gold-pieces, and, as if they stung him, thrust them into Captain Trefethen's palm.
"Cheap at the price," he could not help muttering aloud.
"It is a good price," the skipper averred. "Twenty gold is always a good price for a sore head. I am yours to command, sir. You are a sure-enough gentleman. You may hit me any time for the price."
"Me, sir, me!" the Kingston black named Percival volunteered with broad and prideless chucklings of subservience. "Take a swat at me, sir, for the same price, any time, now. And you may swat me as often as you please to pay…"
But the episode was destined to terminate at that instant, for at that instant a sailor called from amidships: