I guess I'll stop it."
Captain moved toward the door, but the whaler threw his bulky frame
against it and scowlingly blocked the way.
"No, you don't. You ain't goin' to run away till I've had the next
dance, Mister Eddication! Humph! I ain't begun to tell ye yet what
a useless little barnacle you are."
Red interfered, saying: "Look 'ere, George, this guy ain't no
playmate of yourn. We'll all have a jolt of this disturbance
promoter, an' call it off." Then, as the others approached he winked
at Captain, and jerked his head slightly toward the door.
The latter, heeding the signal, started out, but George leaped after
him and, seizing an arm, whirled him back, roaring:
"Well, of all the cussed impidence I ever see! You're too high-toned
to drink with us, are you? You don't get out of here now till you
take a lickin' like a man."
He reached over his head and, grasping the hood of his fur shirt,
with one movement he stripped it from him, exposing a massive naked
body, whose muscles swelled and knotted beneath a skin as clear as a
maiden's, while a map of angry scars strayed across the heavy chest.
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