Stern. Remember! Yes, though you’re rich now, you’re still Tom Grog.
Grog. You affronted me aboard the Dreadnought; the Spaniards were then in view, and I didn’t think it time to resent private quarrels when it is our duty to thrash the enemies of our country; but, Sam Stern, you are the man that affronted Tom Grog.
Stern. Mayhap so.
Grog. Mayhap you’ll fight me?
“WHAT CHEER?”
Stern. I will—when and where?
Grog. The where is here, and when is now; and slap’s the word. (Lays his hand on his hanger.) But hold, we must steer off the open sea into some creek.
Stern. But I’ve neither cutlash nor pistols.
Grog. I saw a handsome cutlash and a pretty pair of barking-irons in a pawnbroker’s window; come, it lies on our way to the War Office.