Find a place, and dive into the punch. Ensign
Russell, gentlemen--if any of you haven't the honour already--and my
very good friend, too!"
"Ensign Russell," I assented, "but not your friend, Captain Falconer.
I desire no friends of your breed; and I came in here for the purpose
of telling you so, damn you!"
Falconer's companions were amazed, of course; and some of them looked
resentful and outraged, on his behalf. But the captain himself, with
very little show of astonishment, continued his friendly smile to me.
"Well acted, Russell," said he, in a tone so pleasant I had to tighten
my grip upon my resolution. "On my conscience, anybody who didn't know
us would never see your joke."
"Nor would anybody who did know us," I retorted. "If an affront before
all this company, purposely offered, be a joke, then laugh at this
one. But a man of spirit would take it otherwise."
"Sure the fellow means to insult you, Jack," said one of the officers
to Falconer.
"Thank you," said I to the officer.
"Why, Bert," said the captain, quickly, "you must be under some
delusion. Have you been drinking too much?"
"Not a drop," I replied. "I needn't be drunk, to know a scoundrel.
Come, sir, will you soon take offence? How far must I go?"
"By all that's holy, Jack," cried one of his friends, "if you don't
knock him down, I shall!"
"Ay, he ought to have his throat slit!" called out another.
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