Dannie dropped his pole, and with a sweep, caught the twisted lines in his fingers.
"Noo, let's see ye cut my line! Babby!" he jeered.
Jimmy's fist flew straight, and the blood streamed from Dannie's nose.
Dannie dropped the lines, and straightened.

"You--" he panted.

"You--" And no other words came.
If Jimmy had been possessed of any small particle of reason, he lost it at the sight of blood on Dannie's face.
"You're a domn fish thief!" he screamed.
"Ye lie!" breathed Dannie, but his hand did not lift.
"You are a coward! You're afraid to strike like a man! Hit me! You don't dare hit me!" "Ye lie!" repeated Dannie.
"You're a dog!" panted Jimmy.

"I've used you to wait on me all me life!" "THAT'S the God's truth!" cried Dannie.

But he made no movement to strike.