"Let the brute go.

You don't want to kick him ?" "But I do," shouted West, struggling.

"Let go." "Keep still," growled Ingleborough, and then, "Why, Noll," he cried, "I do believe--" "What ?" said West, cooling down and looking wonderingly in his companion's excited eyes, for Ingleborough had stopped short.
"That flute--that sword-cane--" "Well, he has got them.

Bah! I'm glad you stopped me from punching his head.

Let him have them; they're his." "Yes," said Ingleborough; "but the handle of the cane and the top joint of the flute.