"That's the way to serve him, the sarpint!" Slowly Baxter arose to his knees, and then his feet, where he stood glaring at Dick.
"Don't you hit me again!" he muttered.
"But I will," retorted Dick, and struck out once more.

This time his fist landed on the bully's left eye, and once again Baxter went down, this time with a thud.
The sailors were collecting, and soon Jack Lesher rushed up.

He stepped between Dick and the bully.
"Stop it!" he ordered harshly.

"We don't allow fighting on board of this craft." "I wasn't fighting," answered Dick coolly.

"I was just teaching a rascal a lesson." "It amounts to the same thing.