"That tune sounds good! I've lived in the States! I'm a United States citizen! A man can't forget his own country's tunes so easily!" Cool and impudent, Georges Coutlass entered and, without waiting for an invitation, took a seat on a load of canned food.

Brown grabbed the nearest rifle (it happened to be Fred's)--snapped open the breach--discovered it was loaded--and took aim.

Coutlass did not even blink.

He was either sure Fred and Will would interfere, or else at the end of his tether and indifferent to death.
"Don't be an ass, Brown!" Fred knocked the rifle up.

Will took it away and returned it to the corner.
"All very easy for you men to take high moral ground and all that sort of rot," Brown grumbled.