"These others are not gentlemen.

They do not understand." "If your word is good for anything," Fred continued.
"My word is my bond!" said the Greek.
"And you really want to prove yourself my friend--" "I would go to hell for you and bring you back the devil's favorite wife!" "I will set you on the mainland, to go and recover those cattle of Mr.
Brown's from the Masai who raided them! Return them to Lumbwa, and I'll guarantee Brown shall shake hands with you!" "Pah! Brown! That drunkard!" "See here!" said Brown, getting up and peeling off his coat.

"I've had enough of being called drunkard by you.

Put up your dukes!" But a fight between Brown and the Greek with bare fists would have been little short of murder.

Brown was in no condition to thrash that wiry customer, and we in no mood to see Coutlass get the better of him.
"Don't be a fool, Brown! Sit down!" ordered Fred, and having saved his face Brown condescended readily enough.
"What you said's right," he admitted.