"Yeh see wot happens to guys dat get gay wit me?" said the
mucker to the girl, and then stooping over the prostrate form
of the mate Billy Byrne withdrew a huge revolver from Theriere's
hip pocket.
"I guess I'll need dis gat in my business purty soon," he
remarked.
Then he planted a vicious kick in the face of the unconscious
man and went his way to the forecastle.
"Now maybe she'll tink Billy Byrne's a coward," he
thought, as he disappeared below.
Barbara Harding stood speechless with shock at the brutality
and ferocity of the unexpected attack upon Theriere. Never
in all her life had she dreamed that there could exist upon the
face of the earth a thing in human form so devoid of honor,
and chivalry, and fair play as the creature that she had just
witnessed threatening a defenseless woman, and kicking an
unconscious man in the face; but then Barbara Harding had
never lived between Grand Avenue and Lake Street, and
Halsted and Robey, where standards of masculine bravery are
strange and fearful.
When she had recovered her equanimity she hastened to the
head of the cabin companionway and called aloud for help.
Instantly Skipper Simms and First Officer Ward rushed on
deck, each carrying a revolver in readiness for the conflict
with their crew that these two worthies were always expecting.
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