"I understand that you don't want to fight here.

Don't try to provoke me into a formal fight, at the Naval Academy, unless you are prepared to defend your side before a class committee.

Now get up and take yourself away--you infamous hound!" Tony, in the meantime, had swiftly vanished.

The Greek's change of front, in denying his charge against Brimmer, had been prompted by craft.
"Meester Brimmer, he pay me, now, not twenty dollars, but all the money he have, and all he can get," chuckled the rascally Greek.

"Otherwise, he be afraid I tell too much, and he get the double-queeck out of the Naval Acadeemy!" Brimmer, boiling with helpless rage, got up and made off as quickly as he could.