He turned and faced his enemies.

They had crowded forwards--Iberville, Sainte-Helene, Perrot, Maurice Joval, and the staring sailors.

He choked down his emotion and faced them all like an animal at bay as Iberville stepped forwards.

Without a word Gering pointed to the empty scabbard at his side.
"No, pardon me," said Iberville drily, "not as our prisoner, monsieur.
You have us at advantage; you will remain our guest." "I want no quarter," said Gering proudly and a little sullenly.
"There can be no question of quarter, monsieur.

You are only one against us all.