You bully women, knife natives, and never meet any one in fair fight.

You have mistaken your man this time." He walked close up to the bully, his face like steel, his thumbs caught lightly in his waistcoat pockets; but it was noticeable that his hands were shut.
"Now," he said, "we are even as to opportunity.

Repeat, if you please, what you said a moment ago." The bully's eye quailed, and he answered nothing.

"Then, as I said, you are a coward and a cur, who insults peaceable men and weak women.

If I know Viking right, it has no room for you." Then he picked up his coat, and put it on.
"Now," he added, "I think you had better go; but I leave that to the citizens of Viking." What they thought is easily explained.