Nor did Jack have his hands up in an attitude of guard.
“Are you going to put that bar down, [pg 162] Truax?” the young skipper demanded, in a voice that betrayed not a tremor.
“No.”
“Then you'll have to make good in a moment, for we're going to attack you.”
“Bah! I can stave in two or three heads before any number of you could stop me,” sneered the fellow, in an ugly voice.
“You could, but you won't dare.”
“I won't?”
“Not you!”
At that instant rapid steps were heard. Hal Hastings returned with three of the midshipmen, behind them Williamson trying to crowd his way into the scene.
“Just tell us what you want, Mr. Benson,” proposed Cadet Merriam, amiably.