"If you were alone I would fight you, my knife against your rifle! I can not fight all four of you! Go away then, and be damned! I have nothing to offer.

There is nothing I can do.

Leave me, and I will look after myself!" "Now you're talking like a man." said Fred.
"Leave me that woman of yours, and go to hell, all of you!" laughed the Greek.
Fred seemed suddenly possessed of a bright idea.

He turned to the woman and beckoned her to rise.

Then in unmistakable pantomime he went through the motions of presenting her to Coutlass.