The Jap sagged back, was jerked upright, and the mate's clubbed fist jarred home again.
"Lies, are they ?" thundered Borgson.

"I'll teach you to say that word to Eric Borgson, ha!" And he struck the half-conscious Jap again full in the face.

There was a slight commotion in the back of the gathering crowd of sailors.
Harrigan was urging forward, but he was caught by the iron hands of McTee and held back.
"For the love of Mike," moaned the Irishman softly, "let me at that swine of a mate!" "Shut up!" cautioned McTee savagely, but in a whisper.

"That's the Jap who tried to knife you!" "I will--I'll shut up," sighed Harrigan, panting, "but ah-h, to get in punchin' distance of Borgson for one second!" "What shall we do with him ?" Borgson was asking.
"Captain!" begged the husky voice of Kamasura, fighting his way back to semi-consciousness.
"If he tries to speak again, smash his mouth in," said Henshaw without raising his voice.

"Tonight put him in irons.