He did not strike out, though, in return, for an arm was thrown across his chest and a gruff voice growled out,-- "Are we to let 'em have it out, Capen Jarks ?" "No; _mais_ I sink zey might have von leetle rights.

_Non, non, non_! You do not vant to fight now, _mes enfans_; you have somesings else to sink.

You feel like a big coward ?" "No, I don't," said Vince, to whom the words were addressed: "I'll let him see if you'll make this man let go." "_Non, non, non_!" said the captain, raising his hand to tug at one of the rings in his ears.

"You do not vant to fight.

Let me see." He began to feel the muscles of Vince's arms, and nodded as if with satisfaction.
"It seem a pity to finish off a boy like you.