"We're apt to muss yeh all up down
there in the dark with these here axes and crowbars, an' then
wen we send yeh home yer pore maw won't know her little
boy at all."
"Yeh come on down here, an' try mussin' me up," yelled
back Billy Byrne. "I can lick de whole gang wit one han' tied
behin' me--see?"
"De skipper's gorn to get his barkers, Billy," cried Bony
Sawyer. "Yeh better come up an' stan' trial if he gives yeh the
chanct."
"Stan' nothin'," sneered Billy. "Swell chanct I'd have wit
him an' Squint Eye holdin' court over me. Not on yer life,
Bony. I'm here, an' here I stays till I croaks, but yeh better
believe me, I'm goin, to croak a few before I goes, so if any
of you ginks are me frien's yeh better keep outen here so's yeh
won't get hurted. An' anudder ting I'm goin' to do afore I
cashes in--I'm goin' to put a few of dem ginks in de cabin
wise to where dey stands wit one anudder. If I don't start
something before I goes out me name's not Billy Byrne."
At this juncture Skipper Simms appeared with the three
weapons he had gone to his cabin to fetch. He handed one to
Bony Sawyer, another to Red Sanders and a third to a man
by the name of Wison.
"Now, my men," said Skipper Simms, "we will go below
and bring Byrne up.
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