wrong."
"Fat for you do dat?" shouted Pierre in a rage, as
he came up with a menacing look.
Dick confronted him. "The prisoner was mine. I
had a right to do with him as it liked me."
"True, true," cried several of the men who had begun
to repent of their resolution, and were glad the savage
was off. "The lad's right. Get along, Pierre."
"You had no right, you vas wrong. Oui, et I have
goot vill to give you one knock on de nose."