"BRAS-DE-FER"
“If Monsieur le Capitaine will but allow me—”
“By Cott,” broke in Gratz, “you shall not!” and made a wild effort to strike Mornay again. But this time Jacquard caught him and twisted him safely out of the way.
“By the Devil’s Pot!” roared Winch, “am I in command, or am I not?” He raised his weapon this time towards Gratz, who cowered away as though he feared the blow would fall.
“If Monsieur le Capitaine will allow me,” began Mornay again, politely, “I would take it as a pleasure—”
“You!” sneered the captain, with a kind of laugh. “You! Why, Frenchman, Yan Gratz will make three of ye. He’ll eat ye skin an’ bones.”
Jacquard smiled a little. “Voilà! Billee Winch,” he cried, “the way out of your difficulty: a little circle upon the deck, a falchion or a half-pike—fair play for all, and—”
“Yaw! yaw! Fair play! fair play!” yelled the crew, rejoicing at the prospect of the sport.
Billy Winch blinked a bleared and bloodshot
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