The blood was running from his nose and from a cut on his chin, and both of his hands were also bleeding.
"Do you want to kill me, Dick Rover ?" "I want you to behave yourself.

Come, now, are you going to promise ?" "What if I don't ?" "Then I'll give you the thrashing I promised." "All right, I'm cornered, and can't help myself." "Will you let the girls alone in the future ?" "Yes.

If they don't want to be friends, I'm sure I can get along without them," answered Baxter sulkily.
"Very well; now see that you keep your promise.

If you don't, I'll run you out of camp and never let you come near us again." With these words Dick turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Baxter to wash his cuts and bruises in the ocean and otherwise care for them as best he could..