By that time Coutlass was on his feet, and he too elected to force the issue with a chair.

The guard sprang at the chair as Coutlass raised it, bore it down, and drove his fist hard home into the Greek's right eye three times running.
"'Ave you 'ad enough ?" he demanded, making ready for another assault.
The Goanese had recovered and staggered to his feet to interfere, but Coutlass yielded.
"All right," he said, "why should I fight a little man?
I surrender to save bloodshed!" "Put your 'ands out, then!" Coutlass obeyed, and was handcuffed ignominiously.
"Outside, you!" A savage kick landed in exactly the place where the Goanese least expected and most resented it.

He flew through the door as if the train had started, and then another kick jolted Coutlass.
"Forward, march! Left-right-left-right!" With hands manacled in front and the inexorable bantam guard behind, Coutlass came and stood before the railway official, who at last condescended not to seem engrossed in his accounts.
"'Ere he is, sir!" "I suppose you know, my man, that I have magisterial powers on this railway ?" said the official.
Coutlass glowered but said nothing.
"This is not the first time you have made yourself a nuisance.

You broke dishes the last time you were here." "That is long ago," Coutlass objected.

"That was on the day the place was first opened to the public.