You and I will fight this out with bare hands." His dull brain worked slowly, and he stared at me, his eyes ugly, his grin becoming savage with a display of teeth.

His silence and lack of response, awoke a growl from the impatient circle of men behind.

One fellow kicked the club out of his hand contemptuously, and another plucked the knife from his belt.
"You big skulker," the latter said, with an oath of derision, "go on, and fight! What in hell are you afraid of ?" "What for Ah fight this white man?
Ah don't even know who he is." "Then I'll tell you.

Estada is dead; Manuel is a prisoner.

I'm in command of this bark, and I am going to give you a lesson for the benefit of the crew.