And Hans nodded.
"Who gave you that?"
Noyes looked as black as his coat, but the Finn pointed at him with his finger.
"The cap'en, sir."
The consul looked at them both. He noted that they were both of a size, both probably of the same weight, and both looked as hard as nickel steel. His eye sparkled with a certain joy.
"Did you, Mr. Noyes?"
It enraged Noyes to be given his proper handle.
"And he deserved it," he said angrily.
"If you wanted to hit him you should have done it with your hand. But perhaps he would have been too much for you without a weapon," suggested the consul suavely.
"Not he," retorted Noyes incautiously.