His Greek friend, from under the shelter of the leaky reed-and-tarpaulin deck, offered him Greek advice, and was cursed for his trouble.

One curse led to another, and then they both had to be beaten into subjection with the first thing handy, because when they fought Lady Saffren Waldon egged them on and the maid tried to savage the other Greek with a brooch-pin, which brought out the Goanese to the rescue.

That crowded dhow was no place for pitched battles, plunging and rolling between the frying-pan of Muanza and the fire of unknown things ahead.
"One more outbreak from you, and I shoot!" Fred announced, patting the rifle.

But, he did not mean it, and Coutlass knew he did not.

The English temperament does not turn readily on even the most rascally fellow beings in distress.