"By God! but that was fierce." Recalling his own duty he reached out his hand and laid it heavily upon the shoulder of the man standing next him.

It chanced to be the Swede.
"Go on into the cabin," he commanded, a returning sternness in the order.
The surprised man stared at him in dull bewilderment.
"Vat for Ay go--hey ?" "Because you 're under arrest." "Vat dot you say?
I vas arrest?
Maybe you not know me, hey?
Ay tells you vat Ay vas mighty quick.

Ay ban Nels Swanson; Ay ban Lutheran; Ay ban shovel--" "Oh, shut up; ye 're under arrest, I tell you--move on now." "Vat vas dis under arrest ?" the blue eyes losing their mildness, the drooping moustache beginning to bristle.

"Ay no understand 'bout dis arrest.

Vat Ay do, hey ?" "Helped to kill Jack Burke." The startled Norseman stared at him, gulping, his eyes fairly protruding from his face, his breath hissing between his gritted teeth.
The wild berserker blood was surging hot through his veins.
"Ut vas von lie! You kill me so! By tamn, no!" That instant, insane with fright, he grasped the astonished officer in the vise of his great hands, swung him into the air, and dashed him down headlong upon the rocks.