Waving them back, he said to the bully: "I have no weapon, and if I had, I could not take your life, nor try to take it; and you know that very well.

But I propose to meet your insolence--the first shown me in this town." Here murmurs of approbation went round.
"You will, of course, take the revolver from your pocket, and throw it on the ground." A couple of other revolvers were looking the bully in the face, and he sullenly did as he was asked.
"You have a knife: throw that down." This also was done under the most earnest emphasis of the revolvers.
Roscoe calmly took off his coat.

"I have met such scoundrels as you on the quarter-deck," he said, "and I know what stuff is in you.

They call you beachcombers in the South Seas.

You never fight fair.