"The man who sets foot on this ship without permission dies like a dog.

We sail under the blood-red flag!" and Archie struck an attitude and pointed to the fragment of mother Fogarty's own nailed to a lath and hanging limp over the rail.
"Hi! hi! hi!" yelled the gang in reply.

"Oh, ain't he a beauty! Look at de cotton waddin' on his head!" (Archie's cropped curls.) "Say, sissy, does yer mother know ye're out?
Throw that ladder down; we're comin' up there--don't make no diff'rence whether we got yer permish or not--and we'll knock the stuffin' out o' ye if ye put up any job on us.

H'ist out that ladder!" "Death and no quarter!" shouted back Archie, opening the big blade of Captain Holt's pocket knife and grasping it firmly in his wee hand.
"We'll defend this ship with the last drop of our blood!" "Ye will, will ye!" retorted Scootsy.

"Come on, fellers--go for 'em! I'll show 'em," and he dodged under the sloop's bow and sprang for the overhanging chains.
Tod had now clambered up from the hold.