As the shirt sailed through the air. Red lightly vaulted to the bar
and, diving at George's naked middle, tackled beautifully, crying to
Captain: "Get out quick; we'll hold him."
Others rushed forward and grasped the bulky sailor, but Captain's
voice replied: "I sort of like this place, and I guess I'll stay a
while. Turn him loose."
"Why, man, he'll kill ye," excitedly cried Slim. "Get out!"
The captive hurled his peacemakers from him and, shaking off the
clinging arms, drove furiously at the insolent stranger.
In the cramped limits of the corner where he stood. Captain was
unable to avoid the big man, who swept him with a crash against the
plank door at his back, grasping hungrily at his throat. As his
shoulders struck, however, he dropped to his knees and, before the
raging George could seize him, he avoided a blow which would have
strained the rivets of a strength-tester and ducked under the other's
arms, leaping to the cleared centre of the floor.
Seldom had the big man's rush been avoided and, whirling, he swung a
boom-like arm at the agile stranger.
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