Fight 'em to the death.

Hurray! They're not coming aboard--no sir-ee! You go down, Toddy [the same free use of terminals], and get two of the biggest bean-poles and I'll run up the death flag.

We've got stones and shells enough.

Hurry--big ones, mind you!" The attacking party, their leader ahead, had now reached the low sand heap marking the grave of the former wreck, but a dozen yards away--the sand had entombed it the year before.
"You fellers think yer durned smart, don't ye ?" yelled Mr.William Mulligan, surnamed "Scootsy" from his pronounced fleetness of foot.
"We're goin' to run ye out o' that Tub.

'Tain't yourn, it's ourn--ain't it, fellers ?" A shout went up in answer from the group on the hillock.
"You can come as friends, but not as enemies," cried Archie grandiloquently.