It was lined with shops, saloons, and small hotels on one side, and with the market and wharves on the other.

He desired to see what he could of the place, and pick up all the information that would be serviceable to an officer of the navy.
[Illustration: "His blood was boiling with indignation at the unprovoked assault." Page 207.] As he passed a drinking-saloon a torrent of loud talk, spiced with oaths, flowed out from the place.

Before he had fairly passed the door a violent hand was laid upon him, seizing him by the collar with no gentle grasp.

The ruffian had fallen upon him from the rear, and he could not see who it was that assaulted him.

The man attempted to drag him into the saloon; but he was evidently considerably affected by his potations in the place, and his legs were somewhat tangled up by the condition of his brain.
Christy attempted, by a vigorous movement, to shake off his assailant; but the fellow held on, and he found it impossible to detach his grasp.
His blood was boiling with indignation at the unprovoked assault, and his two fists were clinched so tight that iron could hardly have been harder and tougher.