"If he can't hold his tongue when men are around, then I'll teach him how." "Reade hasn't done anything to offend you," returned Blaisdell, half sternly, half goodhumoredly.

"You let him alone, and he'll let you alone.

I'm sure of that." "Blaisdell, if you don't see that I'm treated right in this mess, I'll teach you something, too," flared Bad Pete.
"Threatening the president of the mess is a breach of courtesy on the part of any guest who attempts it," spoke Blaisdell again.
"Gentlemen, what is your pleasure ?" "I move," suggested Slim Morris quietly, "that Pete be considered no longer a member or guest of this mess." "Second the motion," cried Rutter, Rice and Grant together.
"The motion appears to have been carried, without the necessity for putting it," declared Mr.Blaisdell.

"Pete, you have heard the pleasure of the mess." "Huh!" scowled Bad Pete, picking up his soup plate and draining it.
Jake Wren, at this moment, entered with a big platter of roast beef, Bob, the helper, following with dishes of vegetables.

Then Bob came in with plates, which he placed before Blaisdell.