I will not be demeaning myself.

Hence, you r-r-a-a-t!" As he spoke he lifted the shaking wretch as if he had been a bundle of clothes, swung him half round and hurled him crashing through the window.
"Is there no goot man here at all who will stand before me ?" he raged in a wild, joyous fury.

"Will not two of you come forth, then ?" No one moved.

"Come to me!" he suddenly cried, and snatching two of the enemy, he dashed their heads together, and threw them insensible on the floor.
Then he caught sight of his brother for the first time lying in the corner with Big Mack supporting his head, and LeNoir standing near.
"What is this?
What is this ?" he cried, striding toward LeNoir.

"And is it you that has done this work ?" he asked, in a voice of subdued rage.
"Oui!" cried LeNoir, stepping back and putting up his hands, "das me; Louis LeNoir! by Gar!" He struck himself on the breast as he spoke.
"Out of my way!" cried Macdonald, swinging his open hand on the Frenchman's ear.