"I fix you! You come back queeck, or I kill you!" But he knew the soldier was watching them from the shore, and did not dare to fire, even over the lad's head.
Joe did not think of this, for he, who had never been shot at in all his previous life, had been under fire twice in the last twenty-four hours.
Once more or less could n't amount to much.

So he pulled steadily away, while French Pete raved like a wild man, threatening him with all manner of punishments once he laid hands upon him again.

To complicate matters, 'Frisco Kid waxed mutinous.
"Just you shoot him, and I 'll see you hung for it--see if I don't," he threatened.

"You 'd better let him go.

He 's a good boy and all right, and not raised for the dirty life you and I are leading." "You too, eh!" the Frenchman shrieked, beside himself with rage.