Dartrey appealed tempestuously to the Ring; Skepsey likewise, in a tone of injury.

He addressed a remonstrance to Captain Dartrey.
'Hang your captain, sir! I call you a coward; come on,' said the resolute gentleman, already in ripe form for the attack.

His blue eyes were like the springing sunrise over ridges of the seas; and Skepsey jumped to his meaning.
Boys and men were spectators of a real scientific set-to, a lovely show.
They were half puzzled, it seemed so deadly.

And the little one got in his blows at the gentleman, who had to be hopping.

Only, the worse the gentleman caught it, the friendlier his countenance became.