You row ze boat last-a night--answer me dat! You steal ze iron--answer me dat! You run away--answer me dat! And den you say you put me in jail?
Bah!" "But I did n't know," Joe protested.
"Ha, ha! Dat is funny.

You tell dat to ze judge; mebbe him laugh, eh ?" "I say I did n't," he reiterated manfully.

"I did n't know I 'd shipped along with a lot of thieves." 'Frisco Kid winced at this epithet, and had Joe been looking at him he would have seen a red flush mount to his face.
"And now that I do know," he continued, "I wish to be put ashore.

I don't know anything about the law, but I do know something of right and wrong; and I 'm willing to take my chance with any judge for whatever wrong I have done--with all the judges in the United States, for that matter.
And that 's more than you can say, Mr.Pete." "You say dat, eh?
Vaire good.

But you are one big t'ief--" "I 'm not--don't you dare call me that again!" Joe's face was pale, and he was trembling--but not with fear.
"T'ief!" the Frenchman taunted back.
"You lie!" Joe had not been a boy among boys for nothing.