Crothers and Joe Byng raced for the
window neck and neck, and reached it simultaneously.
"You two men want you-ah dog?" asked Hassan Ah, and the chained dog
leaped up at the window as both men swore at once.
"You pass him in here! Come on, you black-faced cornerman! There'll
be a cutter's crew ashore pretty soon to rescue us, and if you don't
hand that dog over before they get here you'll get the worst whipping
you ever had in all your black life!"
"They'll feed you to the dog when they're through with you!" vowed Byng.
"Come on, MacHassan!" ordered Crothers. "Get the key and pass the
dog in. That'll settle your account. T hen you's free. You needn't
be 'fraid."
"Ah'm English," said the pilot of the day before, with an enormous
grin that showed a pound or two of yellow ivory. "Ah'm not afraid;
Ah can lick you; Ah can fight same as you men. Ah'm English!"
"Fight? You Irish Chink! Which of us two do you want to fight?"
asked the outraged Byng. "Come on in here! I'll fight you!"
But to Byng's amazement Hassan Ah pointed to Crothers, who was heavier
by forty pounds or more and taller by at least half a head.
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