"Curse your money," one cried.

"You damned traders think that you can buy a gentleman.

Take that for your insult." And he aimed a blow with the flat of his sword, which Ringan easily parried.
"I had thought thee a pirate," said the mild Quaker, "but thee tells me thee is a gentleman." "Hold your peace, Square-Toes," cried the leader, "and let's get to business." "But if ye be gentlefolk," pleaded Ringan, "ye will grant a fair field.
I am no fighter, but I will stand by my friend." I, who had said nothing, now broke in.

"It is a warm evening for sword-play, but if it is your humour, so be it." This seemed to them hugely comic.

"La!" cried one.